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CHAPTER 83: WAR COUNCIL

작가: Zerath
last update 게시일: 2026-04-24 22:30:31

Damian's POV

The war room feels frigid. Maps are strewn across the table, showing troop locations, supply lines, and potential attack routes. I’ve been staring at them for what seems like forever, trying to come up with a new angle.

Caden is opposite me, his wounded arm propped on the table. He looks pale, and his eyes are heavy with exhaustion.

“I got a call this morning,” he says. “From one of my sources.”

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