Darian turned calmly to the Elder. "Can you send a message to the Matriarch? She needs to know I've got a plan. I need her to help me and change the course of the battle suddenly — force a massive clash all focused in one single region."
"What are you planning with that?" the Elder asked seriously. "The consequences will be huge. The enemy might suspect a trap, and all their strongest will unite to block any chance of success. If this move doesn't bring real gain, we'll lose tons of soldiers at once, and the situation will get even worse."
Darian snorted. "I'm not planning to explain. If I tell you, my plan fails. Just tell the Matriarch my request; she'll decide if she wants to go along or not."
The Elder narrowed his eyes at that answer. It was an incredibly reckless attitude — how many lives could be lost because of a plan from a young human?
