Chapter 445 - The Take Over (End)

Inside the old city palace, the war council convened. The walls were scorched and battered, windows broken and jagged at the edges, their stained glass melted in patches from the fires of the recent siege. Yet in that ruined majesty, soldiers moved in disciplined coordination, carrying fresh torches and sweeping aside rubble so the commanders had room to work. Despite the damage, a single oak table—scratched and pitted—had survived. Upon it lay a map of southern Varzadia, held down at the corners by broken bits of marble. It was all they needed for this meeting, and more than enough to plan the next step of their campaign.