"It's time for the world to remember why I was called one of the 5 kings in my prime!"
The holographic map hummed, casting a red glow over the anxious faces gathered around the obsidian table.
Filled with anger, Durin slammed a gauntleted fist onto the table.
"In fact, let's strike now!" the Dwarf King roared.
"We'll take the Ironclad Legion and meet them in the pass. We'll crush them before they set foot on the sacred mountain!"
"Let the world see the power guardian and project Ironclad after sixteen years of development!"
However, despite his excitement, not everyone in the room agreed with him
"And walk into a trap?" Lyra countered, her voice calm but sharp.
She stepped forward, pointing at the sea of red dots on the map.
"We know they are coming, Your Majesty. But we don't know what they are bringing. Is it just the Dragon Legion? Or have they brought the Twilight Cultists? Do they have Void Beasts?"
Alfred adjusted his glasses, nodding in agreement.
