(OPHELIA)
The warning alarm shrieked, ruining the peace of the war room.
I didn't need the runner to burst through the doors to tell me what had happened. Through the bond, a sudden wave of focus flooded my chest; Diego’s mind snapped into full alert before his body even moved from the command map.
"Report!" Miguel barked as the exhausted scout skidded across the floor, his armor caked with mud and melting snow. "Speak quickly."
"Silver Crest vanguard just breached the lower fork perimeter," the scout panted, gripping his knees for for support. "Three heavy infantry regiments, reinforced by crossbow siege units. They're flying the Grey crest high and moving quickly across the icy shallows."
"Interesting." Diego didn't look up from the strategic grid. His hands pressed against the tabl
