The candlelight in Medellin's command tent guttered in the draft, sending long shadows crawling across the hide walls.
The reports lay scattered before her — fresh ink from her informants, each sheet a thread in a web that stretched across half the known world.
Her forces had march for weeks, leaving the bloodbath that is now the Sarmathia Imperium behind, taking up positions along the northern border with Aegyptus, if reports were to be believed, the Emperor had two additional armies assembling on the Eastern border, which would allow them to invade from the west and east at the same time in a pincer.
At the same time her desk was filled with intelligence reports but not of the east.
These other reports interested her more than the others however.
She picked up the top one again.
Germania's war against Achae — Julius had entered the fray without hesitation, lending both arms and coin to Germania's cause, aiding them to break the deadlock they found themselves in.
