Chapter 259

Damien POV
Clad in armour, I stood on the decking downstairs, a massive map spread out before me the full borders of the Darkvale lands. Vast didn’t even begin to cover it. The sheer size of what we protected sat heavy in my chest.
Everyone was on edge, scrambling for anything useful physical maps, online satellite images, any scrap of information that could help us piece together a war council on the fly. My office was built for this kind of thing, reinforced and ready. This lake house wasn’t. It had been designed as a refuge, a sanctuary away from bloodshed and command. And yet here we were, dragging war straight into its heart.