Marshal Constantine sat in the conference room, his arms crossed over his chest, watching generals with different viewpoints fervently arguing on both sides of the long table.
These two factions, one believed that Lord Malin Gaiate was their great Savior, a Savior sent by the Deity, who had united all the races that could be united. Now even the least cooperative Dwarven clans in the northern provinces of the Northern Kingdom had agreed to dispatch troops to help their human brethren.
The other faction thought Malin Gaiate was a disaster, his emergence had split the entire army. Now those poor folk, peasants and people of other races had rallied to his side, and soon there might be incidents within the army where soldiers would not recognize their company leaders, and company leaders wouldn't recognize their battalion commanders. Afterwards, it was feared that once the Tide of the Dead ended, these folks would gather together and rebel.
