The war council gathered under a canopy of storm dark clouds, the air charged with tension and the scent of blood. Maps were laid out before Lyra, creased and smudged from days of use. Her fingers hovered above enemy markers, symbols representing armies, beasts, and bloodshed but her thoughts were elsewhere.They were losing ground.Not because they lacked strength, but because the enemy had learned to anticipate them. Every move they made, the Storm King countered. Every battle, no matter how fiercely fought, brought more losses than gains.And the longer the war dragged on, the more her people suffered.“We need to change the game,” Lyra said finally, her voice low but clear.Kael looked up from across the table. “A frontal assault is suicide. They’ve reinforced the obsidian pass.”“We're not doing a frontal assault.” Her eyes met his. “We’re giving them exactly what they expect then taking something they never saw coming.”Mira leaned forward, arms crossed. “You have a plan?”Lyra
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