Reeve swept the map clean off the table with one arm, sending markers scattering across the grain store floor.
"Start over," Reeve said. "Every position, every fighter count, everything. If they're hitting all territories simultaneously in three days, we can't afford a single miscalculation."
Cassius, freshly arrived from Marrow Ridge with a contingent of reinforcements, leaned over the newly cleared table. "My scouts confirm movement. Large formations, consistent with what the letter described. This isn't a bluff."
"It's not meant to be a bluff," Kane said. "They want us scrambling, exhausted, making mistakes under pressure instead of executing careful strategy."
Ferand, seated at the table's edge, studied the map with clinical focus. "If I may. My organization has resources that coul
