Within the First and Second Army encampments, a large black tent stood imposingly between multiple colorful Grisha tents. Inside, luxurious furnishings and rich wall coverings filled the room, exuding an aura of grandeur and strength in every direction.

General Aleksander Kirigan sat alone in front of the desk that had been brought in, staring at the map. His kefta was off and draped over the back of his chair. His dark hair was neatly slicked back as always, with the exception of a single stray strand.