Kharzan moved toward the window, observing his territory stretching to the horizon. To his eyes, each family crossing represented not just loss of labor, but loss of political power. His already precarious 25% popular support was eroding day by day.
"At this rate," he murmured, "I’ll have to risk convincing Yino with a direct offensive before I have the numbers I need."
It was exactly the situation he had wanted to avoid. A war with only a quarter of the population on his side would be nearly suicidal, but allowing the situation to continue deteriorating would also be fatal to his power position.
A knock at the door interrupted his grim thoughts.
"Come in!"
A messenger entered, carrying a scroll sealed with Yino’s distinctive white seal. Kharzan opened it immediately, expecting more bad news or demands for explanations.
What he read completely changed his expression.
"Interesting," he murmured, rereading the message. "Very interesting."
His assistant approached cautiously. "Good news, sir?"
"Yino wants to accelerate our timeline," Kharzan smiled for the first time in days. "Significantly."
The message was concise but revealing:
"The discovery of the anti-abyssal parasitic species in border territory represents an enormous future threat and requires immediate action. We have decided to secure the Goldcrest position before the situation expands. Yino will provide complete military support for immediate operations. The abyss bridge will be invaded in 48 hours. Support for our Yano’s ally authorized. Invasion imminent."
Kharzan folded the message carefully. "It seems our allies are more concerned about those strange fungi than I expected."
"Sir?"
"Think about it," Kharzan headed toward his regional map. "Yino has been playing cautiously for months, waiting for us to initiate hostilities so they could act as ’defensive allies.’ Now suddenly they want immediate action."
Kharzan traced lines on the map with his finger. "Those specimens they brought from the forest must have genuinely frightened someone very high in their hierarchy."
"Is that good for us with such low support?"
"It’s perfect for us," Kharzan smiled, but the expression held no warmth. "It means if we play our cards right, we can obtain that majority popular support now. Yino is going to provide us with the military force we need to change many minds quickly."
He headed to his desk and began drafting orders. "Send messages to all regional commanders. Complete mobilization in 36 hours. I’m going personally to separate the Blackwoods and Strahlfangs before their private war completely ruins our preparations."
"And the border situation?"
"It no longer matters," Kharzan sealed the first order forcefully. "In two days, there won’t be borders to defend. The old woman will have to move almost all her soldiers to the bridge."
The assistant blinked. "Are we really doing this?"
"Yino is going to cross the abyss bridge," Kharzan headed toward his personal wardrobe, where his ceremonial armor waited. "Don’t you understand yet? The invasion of Yano has officially begun."
As he prepared, Kharzan couldn’t help an ironic smile. He had spent months worrying about popular support, about having the right numbers, about the perfect moment.
In the end, it had all come down to finding some mysterious fungi and Yino’s fear of something they didn’t completely understand.
"Sometimes," he murmured while adjusting his armor straps, "the gods decide to make things easier for their favorite children."
But at least this time, unexpected circumstances were working in his favor.
The war had begun, and with Yino’s complete backing, he had a real chance of winning.
He only hoped to see on time... what kind of surprises Selphira would have waiting.
♢♢♢♢
Selphira observed Ren sleeping in the guest room bed, Lin unconscious in the adjacent bed. The workers who had found them reported that the boy had been carrying the woman before finally collapsing from exhaustion.
Ren had advanced far enough out of the forest to call for assistance and send a message via Pegasus before fainting.
"How long have they been sleeping?" asked Liora, who had insisted on staying close since learning of Ren’s arrival.
"Six hours," the assistant responded, consulting his notes. "The doctor says it’s extreme exhaustion, not serious injuries. They need rest more than treatment."
Selphira reread the message Ren had managed to send before collapsing:
"Parents need safe crossing. Border situation bad. Neighbors need shelter. Urgent intervention. Will pay with information..."
Although Ren and Selphira weren’t that close and interacted more through Lin and Liora... Selphira wouldn’t have asked for payment for the intervention. However, there was still a certain uncomfortable space between them where they couldn’t act in a very familiar manner.
’I need to get closer to avoid another mistake like this... Not bringing his parents to the city by force was truly shortsighted on my part. The border situation...’
All this had been sufficient to activate Selphira’s most aggressive possible response. Troops had been moved to the maximum permitted border limit, risking tensions but ensuring that any workers and Ren’s family who managed to cross would be under immediate protection.
"It was risky," Selphira murmured. "Moving so many forces so close to the line."
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