The grand meeting room buzzed with tension, the dark stone walls seeming to absorb every hushed conversation, every hurried whisper.
At the center of it all, Malvoria sat at the head of a long, polished table, her sharp gray eyes scanning the gathered commanders with a look that could freeze fire.
Maps were spread out before them, crimson lines marking enemy positions and recent skirmishes. Scrolls filled with intelligence reports lay stacked beside her, their contents detailing the growing unrest in the northern territories.
"This group of rebels," Commander Kalen growled, his deep voice filled with frustration, "they're becoming bolder. Capturing them was a stroke of luck, but we need to make sure we squeeze every bit of information out of them before they get any clever ideas."
