An unbearable tension fills the war room. Marco sits at the long wooden table’s head, expression cold, with piercing eyes scanning the warriors assembled before him.

They fidget in their seats; none dare to speak first. The air is thick with unspoken fear and frustration, and a lingering whiff of blood from past battles can still be felt mild in the atmosphere.

Finally, Marco leans forward, his voice like ice cutting through the silence. “Well? Someone fucking explain to me why there’s ...