Darian stood from his obsidian throne with a purpose, his mind made up. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for since the mysterious shopkeeper's arrival had ignited his spirit.
"Deploy all available troops to the border immediately," Darian commanded through multiple communication crystals simultaneously, reaching every military commander throughout his kingdom.
"I want every grandmaster, every elite battalion, and every unit moving toward the neutral zone within minutes."
The recipients of his orders might have questioned such dramatic redeployment under normal circumstances, but the absolute authority in his voice made questioning impossible. The dark elf military machine immediately began mobilizing with efficiency born from decades of maintaining constant alertness.
"The six orc grandmasters as well?" one commander asked, referencing their recent powerful troops.
