The war was still in its early stages. Like embers slowly stirred by the wind, the flames had yet to ignite fully. Even the master-level sovereigns from both sides had not taken direct action. Most of the troops and resources were still being mobilized from the sects' cores toward the frontline fortresses. This was the beginning of a long preparation—a war of endurance, not just strength.
Lein gave a slight nod after hearing the explanation from the black-haired elder. It made sense to him. A major sect war was never about quick victories—it was a war of attrition. The goal wasn't simply to seize territory, but to completely exhaust the enemy: their soldiers, their spiritual resources, their artifacts, and even their very beliefs.
