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“We will attack here. Declaran’s army will advance from the east and expect us to be waiting at the Gatla post. But we won’t be there. Instead, we’ll head to the Death Path, take a detour, and then strike them from behind,” Commander Vince said.
I studied the map laid out before us. We were in a large room with sand-colored stone walls and dark columns, a space typically used for strategic planning. Alongside Commander Vince stood the other commanders, including myself.
Yes, I had been named commander after leading a decisive attack against Declaran, the self-proclaimed king of the South.
I cut down man after man, my eyes scanning the chaos before me. So many were already dead, but we weren’t going to lose so easily. Amid the turmoil, I locked eyes with the king—or at least
