CyrusThe room was silent, except for the faint crackle of the fire in the corner. It did little to warm the chill that seemed to settle in me.I stood at the head of the long table, staring down at the map spread before me. Red pins marked my territories—what remained of them. Black pins marked the ones I’d lost.There were too many black pins.I clenched my fists, feeling the rage bubbling under the surface. My council sat around the table, their heads down, avoiding my gaze. Useless, the lot of them. When everything was going well, they were quick to boast about our victories, eager to share the spoils. Now, they cowered, leaving me to clean up the mess.Finally, I broke the silence. “Speak,” I growled, my voice low but laced with menace. “Tell me why my empire is crumbling.”One of the advisors, a wiry man with a nervous tic that made his eye twitch, cleared his throat. “M-my Lord,” he stammered, “the factory explosion... it has caused unrest among the packs.”“Unrest?” I repeated
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