Riz stood in the war chamber, a large map of the continent spread out before him, with pins and markers indicating troop movements, supply routes, and borders.
Around him, key officials stood at attention. Their faces were tense. They were waiting for the final word.
He turned toward William Geoffrey, the Minister of War and Defence. "Has everything been prepared?" Riz asked.
William nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. Everything is in place. All that remains is your permission."
A thin smile formed on Riz's lips. His gaze swept across the faces in the room.
"Good." He paused. "Then let the war begin. Target: Naharog."
The machine of war moved without friction.
The command spread like wildfire across the chain of command. Orders were relayed, flags were raised, and the final seal of war was placed upon the offensive plan.
As soon as the king's latest order was conveyed, the eyes of the continent were fixed on the northern border with Blande.
However, nothing happened.
