Moira's POV

The conference room at Crimson Eclipse feels too small despite its size. Documents cover every surface—reports, testimonials, satellite images. Maya sits across from me, her face drawn. Isabella joins us via video call, Elijah beside her on screen.

"Tell me what you found," I say.

Maya slides a folder across the table. "Dimitri's expansion started fifteen years ago. Not through alliances or diplomacy." She pauses. "Through conquest ...