جميع فصول : الفصل

I spread the maps across the table before sunrise, and by the time the first light reaches the fortress windows, I have already covered half the surface with notes.The attacks should make sense. That is what bothers me. They don't.I stare at the western border map while drinking cold tea, because I forgot about it almost an hour ago.Three attacks happened along the northern territory and two occurred along the eastern border.Then came Dante's disastrous strike through the western valley.At first glance, there is nothing unusual about any of them.The locations are different. The timing is different. The enemy tactics are different. But when I place the maps beside one another, something begins bothering me.I reach for a piece of charcoal and circle the first attack.Then the second. Then the third and I draw lines between them.The pattern appears. Then disappeared and I frown."No." I said as I move the eastern map closer.The pattern isn't disappearing. It is changing. I lean