The victory at the River Talwyn was a turning point, but Damien knew better than to rest on laurels. While the coalition forces had retreated, their sheer size and resources meant they could regroup quickly. Every battle was a game of time—precious time to fortify, regroup, and strike again.
Damien stood in the war room with Amara and Carys, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the map before him. The River Talwyn had been marked as secure, but enemy movements suggested new plans were underway.
"They'll move west," Carys said, her green eyes scanning the map. "The coalition's main strategy has been to find weak points in our defenses. If we don't fortify these routes"—she pointed to two mountain passes—"we could lose the advantage."
"They'll test us before making another push," Damien replied. "But something doesn't add up. Their retreat at the Talwyn was too disorganized, almost desperate. I don't think they expected us to hold the river."