Their morning of the first day began with the opening of maps being across a scarred oak table.
The strategy room was a windowless place deep within the palace's heart, built with six feet of reinforced stone and lined with lead to prevent magical eavesdropping.
In the center of the room, a large-scale projection of the Eldorian resonance grid shimmered in the dim light. It was a web of glowing lines, pulses of soul colors snaking across the topography of the kingdom.
Cassian wore his high-collared black military clothes, the silver embroidery of the Thalorin family crest glinting.
"The Duke of Valen has reached his estate, but his secondary towers remain dark," Cassian said, his voice a low rasp that filled the room. "He hasn't sent a courier to acknowledge the new Succession Law. Mark him as 'Observation Tier One.'"
