The Southest Front (1) The Division

The command tent was bustling with activity, filled with the sharp scent of ink and parchment, the clinking of armor, and the low murmur of voices. Lyan stood near the large strategy table, its surface covered with maps detailing every inch of the surrounding terrain, troop placements, and enemy lines. The recent skirmish had been a success, and a sense of triumph filled the air, but everyone knew that this was only the beginning. A calm before the real storm.

Alice stood beside Lyan, her eyes fixed on the maps, her expression confident. She had earned her place, and the trust Lyan had put in her during the last skirmish was evident. Beside her stood Wilhelmina, her gaze steady, her experience as one of Lyan's closest advisors giving her an insight that others respected. Surena, her arms crossed over her chest, looked over the strategy table with a focused intensity, while Abraham, the scout leader, stood at attention, his eyes flicking between the gathered commanders.