The war room was a buzz of activity as the leaders of the Alliance poured over their latest intelligence reports. The Rhytil were notorious for their adaptability, and after the defeat at Serai, there was little doubt they would retaliate in full force. Every strategist and officer within the room was aware that this was not the end—it was merely the beginning of the next stage of the war.
Lena sat at the head of the table, her mind still clouded from the earlier emotional turbulence. But the weight of the situation was too pressing to ignore. The Alliance needed answers, and they needed them fast.
Admiral Draven, a grizzled veteran of numerous battles against the Rhytil, leaned forward, his sharp eyes scanning the holo-map of the war front. "The Rhytil have suffered a significant loss, but they are far from defeated. We expect them to regroup and reorganize. Their fleet was shaken, but they are not without resources. The question is: where will they strike next?"
Lena frowned, her thoughts briefly drifting back to the core's influence on her. It had given her the power to help win Serai, but now, she had to make decisions without letting the core dictate her every move. The Alliance couldn't afford hesitation.
"We can't waste time," Lena spoke, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "We need to anticipate their next move. If they regroup on Qamar, we lose the strategic advantage. Their next offensive will be the one to determine the direction of this war."
"Qamar..." muttered General Lyra, a tactician known for her cold, calculated moves. "Yes, it's vulnerable. A staging ground for their fleets. If we hit them there, we cripple their ability to push further into our territory."
Lena nodded. "We'll need a multi-pronged approach—divert their attention while hitting them where it hurts. General Lyra, coordinate with the fleet commanders. We'll deploy forces to push them off Qamar."