We discussed further into strategic tactics and eventually, I had to leave them. Leading the army was Varius' job. I had no intention of dishing out orders in the middle of the battlefield, so it was best those two discussed alone.
Now that I knew my role in the war, nothing else concerned me.
It was already 2 a.m. when I returned to my room, knowing fully well we had only a week before the campaign to retake the second ring began. Everyone had been working overtime, and the empire was as busy as ever. I was worn out mentally and physically, but I also knew no amount of rest would give me the peace I truly needed.
[Door activated]
Stepping out of the spatial tear, I pressed my hand over my head as I walked over to the rocking chair and sat down. There was something about the constant screams, whispers, and cries that made my head ache at all times. I could focus and block out the voices for a while—but only for a short time.
"Fuck my life," I muttered while rubbing my head.
