"So that is that about the cause and the connection that brought up this war," Hung said, his voice steady yet carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken burdens. "Let's move to the next agenda, the plan to break this endless stalemate." His words, though carefully measured, felt like the edge of a blade slicing through the thick tension hanging in the air.
Beads of sweat, glistening like morning dew under the dim glow of the chamber, traced slow, deliberate paths down his temples. A fleeting crack in his composed mask, a silent whisper of the gravity hidden beneath those deceptively simple words. He inhaled deeply before continuing.