The morning sunlight pierced through the stained glass of the council chamber in Iron Hearth Castle. It cast cool, gray shadows across the long teakwood table.
The atmosphere in the room was forged purely from iron, the weight of responsibility, and military tactical calculations.
At the head of the table, King Lucian Sudrath stood tall before the continental map of Aethel-Terra mounted on the wall. His dark gray coat proudly displayed the silver Wolf emblem on its collar. His gray eyes swept over every key figure present, one by one.
This was King Mode. Not father mode.
"We have secured valuable victories on many fronts," Lucian's deep baritone boomed calmly, breaking the silence. "However, this war is far from over."
Lucian's index finger pointed to a red marker on the southern portion of the map.
