The Perfect Plan

Draven leaned back against the wall, absorbing everything Dylan had just explained about the kingdom. 

His fingers tapped against his arm as he processed the details.

"So the king, Ezalis, holds the throne. But the real power was split between five major nobles. Henry, Marcus, Paez, Mario, and Walter." 

His gaze flickered toward the window, where the five towering establishments loomed in the distance.

Each belongs to one of these powerful figures.

Dylan nodded. "That's right. Each noble runs their own sector, controlling wealth, resources, and even parts of the military. They're untouchable."

Draven scoffed. 

"And the military structure?"

Dylan straightened. 

"At the top, a Supreme Commander is overseeing the entire force. Below him, three commanders hold authority. Well, now two, since Commander Dex was killed."

Dylan said it without emotion, even though it was his Commander.