CAELUM Everything was ready and had come out just as I had planned it in my head. The borders were marked, the patrol routes were set, the weak points of the Lycan kingdom already calculated in my head, and if I gave the order now, it would begin, no hesitation, no delay, just war. But Vaelarion still hadn’t responded, and that silence was starting to feel like an insult. Three days....three whole days and yet... nothing. I exhaled slowly and dragged my hand across the map, my mind already moving ahead, recalculating, adjusting, building new paths in case he refused to cooperate. I didn’t need him, not really, I could start this without him, I could burn through the borders before anyone even realised what was happening. War was simple, I only needed to control the entry points, strike fast, and don’t give them time to recover. I knew how to do that, So why wasn’t I moving? My jaw tightened. I knew why, it was because my mind wouldn't stop drifting, it wouldn't stop going
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