As if granted a royal pardon, the generals smiled with relief the moment they heard Augustus' order. Without hesitation, they turned and exited the command center, careful not to linger even a second longer than necessary. Each of them understood all too well that if they delayed, the scion of the Zanis Family might lose what little composure he had left—and when Augusts was consumed by rage, lives were often sacrificed to pacify it.
Among those who departed was Orfry, his expression layered with emotion—frustration, anxiety, and deep introspection. The young strategist's mind spun in circles, replaying every scrap of information they had gathered, searching for some overlooked detail, some mistake, some clue as to how the invaders had been so ruthlessly effective.
