118:  ATTACK

When the final letter was written, sealed, and set aside, I leaned back in my chair, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on me. The letters would be sent out at dawn, carried by trusted messengers who would deliver them swiftly across the lands. The responses would come in due time, but I had no doubt that there would be resistance. There always was when power shifted so dramatically.

But this time, there was no room for doubt or hesitation. Our survival depended on our unity, and any who stood against us would be dealt with swiftly and decisively.

As I extinguished the candle and rose from my desk, I felt a sense of calm settle over me. The decisions had been made, the words had been written, and the course had been set. Now, all that remained was to wait and see who would stand with us, and who would fall.

I walked to the window, looking out at the night sky, the stars twinkling like distant beacons of hope. In that moment, I felt the weight of all that had transpired, all