The imperial council room was vast and well lit. Tall windows let in the afternoon sunlight. A large solid wood table occupied the center, surrounded by seven armchairs reserved for the generals. Detailed maps of the provinces covered the walls, marked with colors to indicate controlled zones, trade routes and defense points. Sulyvhan took his place at the end of the table, Ashborn to his right. The generals arrived one after the other and settled in with discipline.
Pendragon was the first to speak. He commanded the forces of the North.
"The passes are secure, Sire. My men have reinforced the fortifications and patrol relentlessly. No demonic incursion has been reported for three months."
Dantalion, in charge of mana flows, nodded.
"The mana reserves are stable. Our mages have purified several contaminated zones near the eastern border. Harvests in those regions have doubled thanks to the new rituals."
Silvernight, responsible for intelligence, spread his reports on the table.
