The Rhytil were not content to remain passive, and their next move was swift and calculated. The intelligence reports confirmed their worst fears: the Rhytil had regrouped and were preparing for an even more aggressive push.
Lena gathered her top officers in the war room, where the air was thick with tension. The atmosphere had changed. No longer were they discussing theoretical strategies. This was a matter of life and death.
"They've adapted too quickly," General Sato reported, a rare edge of frustration in his voice. "Their supply lines are now reinforced. They've set up new manufacturing hubs on the outer rim, and we don't have the resources to counter it effectively."
"We'll target their supply lines," Lena said, voice steady, though the weight of her words pressed against her chest. "It's the only way we can buy ourselves time. We'll focus on disrupting their reinforcements and their industrial operations."
"But Lena—" Captain Nora interjected, voice laced with concern, "We don't have enough intel. We don't know where their supply hubs are located."
"Then we find it," Lena responded decisively. "We send a reconnaissance team to gather information. If they're fortifying their supply lines, there has to be a weak point. We exploit that."
The council members exchanged glances, some skeptical, others resigned. But they all knew one thing: Lena's decision was final.