A Demon's Contribution

When their supplies are cut off, those mighty beastmen will be like lambs on the chopping block—their fate will be sealed!” Gislain declared, his voice rising with fervor as he traced his finger across the 3D map, illustrating his vision of a pincer attack.

He indicated the strategic points where his army and Martin’s forces would converge, their combined might poised to strike. “With their supplies severed, the Beast Kingdom’s soldiers will be starved and weakened, ripe for the taking. This will be an assault from two sides, executed by two of our strongest armies.”

The intensity in Gislain’s eyes was infectious, and I could feel the energy in the room shift as everyone absorbed the implications of his plan. The idea of launching a coordinated attack from both flanks was not just a tactical maneuver; it was a declaration of our intent to reclaim control and assert our dominance over the battlefield.

“Imagine it,” Gislain continued, his enthusiasm palpable. “As we close in on them fro