Then he turned to the generals and the commander of the Halfling army.
"Focus on the last stronghold," Gurdan ordered, his voice cold and unwavering. "Ignore Gilikan Town for now."
The officers exchanged uncertain glances.
"But, Your Majesty—"
"Just send ten thousand troops," Gurdan cut them off sharply. "Position them near Gilikan's outer routes. Their job is simple—prevent any forces from that town from moving toward the stronghold."
He leaned forward on his throne, eyes burning with determination.
"We don't need to take Gilikan. We just need to contain it. Whatever army that is… they won't interfere with us."
No one dared speak again. No one questioned his command, because the king's piercing gaze made it clear:
This wasn't a discussion.
It was war. And the only goal now was clear.
Gurdan smirked, and inside his mind, the voice howled with anticipation.
After I devour Gumarak...
