We need to strike first

The morning started with the best intentions. The guild hall was buzzing with a sense of urgency as we gathered to plan our next move against the Demon King's army. Gandalf, our guild master, stood at the head of the table, his bushy eyebrows knitted in concentration. The rest of us – Raven, a few other senior members, and myself – sat around the table, waiting for the meeting to start.

"Alright, everyone, listen up," Gandalf said, his voice cutting through the chatter. "We've had a brief respite, but the Demon King's forces won't wait for us to catch our breath. We need to strike first, and we need a solid plan."

He unrolled a large map of the Demon King's territory on the table. The map was filled with intricate details, from the towering mountains to the dense forests and treacherous swamps. It was clear that Gandalf had spent a lot of time studying it.