Kassandora sat down as she typed up a report for Arascus. A letter of request rather. The battle had forced Fortia's army into retreat, it had been a perfect opportunity for a swift follow-up attack on the western army that fielded Zerus and Sceo.
But that opportunity had ended. Artillery was powerful, but it was slow. It needed time to set up and time to aim. It devastated ground instead of securing it. She needed new vehicles for this.
Iliyal leaned back in his office as he sighed. It was a small room, but he had sat in smaller. The furniture was plain, but he had worked with worse, the TV wasn't the biggest, but he remembered a time when television was so far-fetched it wasn't even fantasy. The lights were bright, but he had fought in the shadow of Allasaria's burning powers. The chair was comfortable though, that, he couldn't complain about.
