"A well-designed attack can change things in minutes. "
THIRD PERSON POV:
The chill in Vorrath's command bunker was absolute, but it could not freeze the slow burn of his frustration. He was not a creature given to petty rage; his mind operated by ledger and law, by cause and consequence. Yet the latest intelligence from the Northern Kingdom had inserted a variable so jagged it grated against every neat equation he maintained. He stood before the display terminal where two icons blinked in cold, clinical light. The first, the Roanridge Villa glowed with the warm amber of confirmed occupancy: the Conduit and the King's Mate sheltered within. The second, a small, dark cipher representing his most highly placed asset, had sputtered from green to a harsh, accusing red. Inactive/Captured.
