Iron-Scale stood inside the inner sanctum of the golden palace. He unrolled a physical parchment across the stone war table and aligned the edges with the holographic projection glowing from the cartographic engine.
The Vanguard forces currently occupied the surface of the Third Continent and maintained a secure perimeter around the allied desert cities. Supplying an army of hundreds of thousands required massive logistical support.
Iron-Scale traced a claw over the glowing red grid projected from the cartographic engine. The holographic map detailed the surface outposts they recently purged across the Third Continent. He tapped a blank region resting miles beneath the eastern dunes. The subterranean void spanned the entire lower crust.
"The surface is secure." Iron-Scale rolled up a physical parchment mapping their supply lines. "We lack intel on the deep strata. Ignisar and Nyxara claimed the lower caverns remained completely uncharted."
