Darion walked toward the main table, his eyes scanning the sheer volume of information. There were markers placed across the maps—small wooden pieces representing armies, outposts, and supply lines.
Then he found the documents.
Military records. Warrior counts. Food inventories. Weapon stockpiles. Armor. Horses. Grain. Meat. Iron. Everything Vrethka had been stockpiling for its campaigns.
Darion picked up a ledger, flipping through the pages. His expression slowly changed.
'This wasn't just a warrior settlement.'
Vrethka had resources. A lot of them. Far more than he expected. Dross hadn't just been preparing to attack Percvale; he had been building a war machine. There was enough food here to feed an army for months. Enough iron to forge hundreds of swords. Enough grain to survive a siege.
He looked toward Seren. "This place is richer than I thought."
