Chapter Thirty-Eight
Arria sat at the table with her fingers laced, studying her closest advisors. Normally, she would just plot out the attack for herself, but the last time she did that, she’d failed. Her mother was dead. And Zergiel had fallen. Now, Arria swallowed her pride and decided to gather information from the Ikchani and decide a course of action to attack Legain with help.
“Our moment of victory is at hand. We will strike Tiermerra next, then Legain. But the two cities are so close that it’s considered a single battle. Does anyone have any ideas on how we should proceed in the most efficient manner?” Arria asked.
“Surprise is going to be the most important factor. There are so many politics inside of Legain, and because of that, they’re a slow-moving machine. We need to stri
