Chapter 131 War Looms

• The winds carried the scent of blood and betrayal.
• The war room was cramped with bodies. Every tactical mind in the Academy crammed around a single table covered in maps. Red markers showed enemy positions. Blue showed ours. There was far too much red.
• "Bloodmoon forces are camped five miles north," Caleb reported, pointing to the largest concentration of markers. "Two hundred warriors confirmed. Elite trained. They're not moving yet, just waiting."