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He held it a moment before he gave it to me. "You should see this. So you understand why him." I took it. It was heavier than a book that size had any right to be. "Open it." I did. I don't have a clean way to say what was on those pages. That's the truth of it, and I've had time now to search for the words and they aren't there. Drawings. Old ones, the ink brown, the careful hand that made them somehow the worst part, because whoever drew these had sat still and studied the thing long enough to get it right.

“Hey, you really don’t get it, do you? They’ve both been promoted to War Commanders. If they duel now, it’ll be their first duel since receiving those titles. Isn’t that exciting?” At last, another soldier understood and snapped his fingers. “Damn, you’re right. The Commander of the Ground Forces versus the Commander of the Air Forces. Who’s going to win?” Steven gritted his teeth at all the ridiculous comments. Meanwhile, Zach merely shrugged, struggling to suppress a smile. “Who knows? The fact is ... you don’t want to do it right now, do you?” “I ... I ....” “Do you have the guts or not?” Zach cut in calmly, wearing an expression that made Steven want to punch him.

Minutes later, she made an excuse to go elsewhere but there was no other place in his mind than the study. Her heart raced faster with each step. “Poetry and war.” She sang to herself until she got to the doorstep of the study. She glanced over her shoulder to scan the area and when she confirmed that it was clear, she made her move. She went in swiftly and clicked the door shut behind her. She moved straight to the bookshelf, rafting her fingers through each section, collection of poems, historical theories and finally… Art of war. “Bingo!” With trembling hands she reached behind them and her fingers grazed cold metal - It was the key.

“Feels like more than just a first move. He’s already two steps ahead.” Sarah smiles slightly, a knowing look in her eyes. “Then maybe it’s time to take a page out of The Art of War,” she says, crossing her arms. “You know the quote, ‘If your enemy is superior, evade him. If angry, irritate him. If equally matched, fight, and if not, split and re-evaluate.’ Calvin made his move. Now it’s time to figure out how to hit him back strategically.”

I spotted a few prestigious business awards, several academic accolades, and even a humanitarian recognition. The big bad mafia lord was a nerd in disguise, a genius even. I was impressed, so much so that I strolled over to the bookshelf, scanning the titles. Philosophy, economics, psychology... Xavier's reading list was eclectic and intimidating. I pulled out a worn leather-bound book, "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. He had read this multiple times. I sank into Xavier's high-backed chair, feeling a little too comfortable. My legs crossed on the desk in front of me. I ran my fingers over the cool wood.

SNEAK PEAK OF GREEK WARS The context of this chapter is in no particular order and these clips or set of paragraphs are from both the latest book of Born By Power, Greek wars, the earlier chapters and the later chapters. Source : Born By Power Book Number : Book 4 Book Name : Greek Wars Chapter : Chapter Unknown

Catching up the wolf, I crept up behind it, watching as it dragged itself on the ground, flat on its belly, paying attention to something behind those trees, "What is it?" I whispered, laying down on my stomach next to it, But it said nothing, it just kept watch, "It would be easier if you shift, you know, communication is key here, I don't know what we are doing—" Prancing off, the wolf tore through the forest and I ran off after it, watching as it leaped on a deer, bloody canines fixed in the prey's neck, flashing it aside as it took his last breath, "What— so this is why you wanted me to follow you? So you can play hunting games—"

It was nothing like I ever saw. I picked the book of shining light. It was a big book and it had such an inscribed and ancient design. On the cover, there was an evil looking being and an angelic being. They each were on fighting positions. It’s like they wanted to attack each other. Curiosity led me to open the book. My fingers stopped working when the pages of the book flipped open by themselves. I was astounded. It stopped at a page. A page I desperately read. And so it was said, that every millennium. A war between the brothers of light and the brothers of darkness shall take place. The…

Deeper this time. More deliberate. Not at the edges. Edges harden men. Edges prepare them. “We strike where it unsettles them.” Not random. Not careless. Calculated. War is not chaos. It is precision disguised as destruction. “Let them feel it,” I continue. “Not at the edges… but close enough to matter.” Close enough to shake confidence. Close enough to force doubt into their halls. Close enough to make their celebrations taste like ash. The soldier bows immediately. “As you command.”

Chapter 41 Lucien’s POV The air inside the war council room was thick with the metallic scent of old blood and raw anger. The great mahogany table, usually covered in neat maps and border reports, was a mess. In the center lay a single piece of torn parchment, stained with dark grease and dirt. It was the battle plan Jacob had mentioned. I stared down at the sharp, elegant lines of the drawing. It was a perfect blueprint of the Silverwood terrain, showing exactly where our warriors would be weakest. It was brilliant. It was precise. And it had just cost me one hundred of my best men.