Operation Night Hunter(part3)

The atmosphere inside the command tent was tense and heavy. Empress Elisa II stood at the head of the war table, her gaze sweeping over the assembled forces—Imperial officers, Black Shield Mercenaries, and the Assassin Brotherhood.

There was no trace of levity; every soldier understood the gravity of the situation. Prince Arthuroa had crossed a line.

"We stand at a critical juncture," Elisa began, her voice carrying across the gathering. "Prince Arthuroa's duplicity cannot go unanswered. Prepare for worse outcome."

The room responded with silent nods—the kind born from soldiers ready to act without hesitation.

Meanwhile, in the Francia Magna camp, Prince Arthuroa sat in his lavishly adorned tent, the flickering glow of lanterns casting long shadows. A harried messenger knelt before him.

"Report," Arthuroa demanded.

The messenger swallowed hard. "Your Highness, the Diamond Flower Regiment has been... completely decimated. The few survivors—no one can locate them."