Rhytil's Next Move: A New Threat Emerges

Meanwhile, in the heart of Rhytil territory, the Rhytil High Council gathered in their secret war room. The aftermath of the battle weighed heavily on them as well. Their fleet had been severely damaged, but they were far from defeated. Their technology, their cunning—these were not things that could be crushed by a single battle.

"How much time do we have before they launch another offensive?" General Xorath demanded, his voice low and authoritative. His reptilian eyes glowed faintly, the scar running across his face a testament to the countless battles he'd fought.

The Rhytil strategist, Veerax, studied the holographic display of the battlefield. "Not long. The Alliance is regrouping, and their forces are more resilient than we anticipated. But their supplies are low, and the moral boost from their victory is fading. We can strike before they can fully rebuild."

"Send the word. Prepare the counteroffensive. This time, we'll make sure we crush them before they have a chance to strike again."

Xorath's words were cold, calculating. The Rhytil would not let the Alliance have another chance at a foothold. They would unleash everything in their arsenal to cripple the enemy.