The Calm Before the Storm

Lena stood before the large war table, watching as holographic displays flickered to life around her. The room was silent, but the tension in the air was palpable. It had taken weeks of delicate negotiations and strategic planning to bring the Alliance back to a unified front, and now it was time to shift gears. The Rhytil were still a formidable threat, and Lena had no illusions about the challenge ahead.

"All right, everyone," she said, her voice steady but carrying the weight of authority. "We've secured our unity. Now we need to channel that energy into the battle ahead. The Rhytil are growing stronger, and we can't afford to be caught off guard. Our plan must be swift, decisive, and above all—coordinated."

The representatives of each faction gathered around the table nodded in agreement, their faces etched with determination. There was no more room for doubt. They had already lost too much.