Another week flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Under the tacit and mutually agreed-upon indulgence of King Klinsmann of Luwalden and Nifadora, the High Elves' Gloomy Lyre, aided by two Metal Dragons, became increasingly rampant in their raids on supply lines.
So much so that Luwalden's siege on the Capital of Vitali visibly slackened at a speed discernible to the naked eye.
This caused the nobles of Vitali, already stressed from being besieged by the nations of Central Earth, to celebrate exuberantly.
Even many mid-to-upper-level military officers and staff harbored an optimistic outlook on this sudden war of national extermination:
At this rate, this unjust war launched by Luwalden, seizing upon a nation in peril, seems likely to fizzle out.
After all, Luwalden's newly recovered national strength simply cannot sustain a protracted war of attrition like this.
