The end of the message contained a direct request from Arturo: reports on the battle situation and whether he had made contact with Selphira and Sirius.
Julius mentally reviewed what he knew.
Sirius had executed his first attack according to plan, causing significant disruptions in the enemy advance. The second attack was charging now, and from what Julius could observe from his position, it would be even more devastating than the first.
The effect it had on Kharzan’s army also seemed more significant than expected for some reason.
But he still didn’t have very relevant information about general progress or the strategy of what would be Selphira’s plan.
’She’s always been like that... fair and participative, but distant from others.’
He needed to stop Kharzan and his army a bit longer for Selphira to arrive, and then see what exactly her plan would be once she was in position.
’I’ll have no choice but to adapt to the situation and support her to try to extract Kharzan from the heart of his army,’ Julius reflected. ’It’s the only way to try to stop things and buy time to accumulate our remaining troops at the bridge.’
The strategy was risky... it depended on Selphira being able to force a personal confrontation with Kharzan, separating him from the massive protection of his nearly fifteen thousand soldiers, who could gather to become twenty thousand. But it was their best option to avoid a more prolonged war that could devastate the kingdom.
Julius observed his 3500 young soldiers, then toward where Sirius was preparing to launch another devastating attack, and finally toward the horizon where he knew Selphira was approaching thanks to his intelligence soldiers.
’Everything depends on the next few hours,’ he thought. ’Either we end this quickly before they can reach the bridge, or we prepare for total war in the heart of our territory.’
He took out a small piece of paper from one of his pockets, beginning to compose a message for Arturo that would transmit both optimism and the serious reality of what they were facing.
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Leonel dragged Kassian along with several of his relatives, directing them toward what would clearly be their temporary prison.
The structure he had prepared was a crystal chamber, not as elaborate as Selphira’s creations, but functional for keeping important prisoners confined.
Unlike his adoptive mother, who had openly declared she didn’t care if the Goldcrests escaped once outside the territory, Leonel wasn’t so humanitarian. Everyone could serve him as political pieces, and he intended to use every available advantage to establish his control over the conquered territory.
"Inside," he ordered with authority that sounded only slightly forced as he threw Kassian into the room as the first tenant. He was new to the role of conqueror, but was determined to prove he could handle it.
Kassian felt how the abyssal energy within him responded to humiliation and rage. The purple marks between his eyes and temples pulsed with power that wanted to be released, his beasts stirring beneath his skin like caged monsters that had caught the scent of blood.
But he managed to control himself.
Leonel and his retinue weren’t just any group either.
He had come prepared with experienced soldiers, all with beasts of considerable rank and training that showed in every movement.
Kassian wasn’t certain he could win in a direct confrontation, especially surrounded and in territory that was now under enemy control.
So he endured...
It was judicious but no less highly humiliating.
Kassian and Leonel were from close generations, although Leonel was older, not by too much. Perhaps enough for an advantage in experience, but not so much as to make direct competition impossible.
’I’ll pay him back someday,’ he thought while getting up from the floor in the crystal prison. ’Soon even... When our circumstances are different.’
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