「The morning of the second day after Cybertron unfurled.」
Inside the council hall of the royal palace in Golden Stone City, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the sea before a storm.
The five great legion commanders of the Aiselan Kingdom, Prince William, the Minister of Military Affairs, and a dozen other core members of the high command were all present.
They hadn't slept all night. Their bloodshot eyes kept glancing out the window at the iron citadel that had sprung up overnight, their expressions a mixture of awe, unease, and an indescribable bewilderment.
Allen sat in the main seat, which traditionally belonged to the King. King Alexander sat to his right, showing no objection.
"Time is limited, so let's get straight to the point."
Without any further preamble, Allen tapped a finger in the empty air before him. A massive, holographic sand table instantly unfolded, displaying the entire northern coastline.
"My defense plan is simple."
