Chapter 39: The War Room The dimly lit war room buzzed with tension as Ava stood at the head of a long table, maps and documents spread before her. Her eyes, and scanned the faces of her allies. Liam stood beside his presence a of support. “Alright, everyone, listen up,” Ava began, her voice cutting the murmurs. “We’ve defended our estate, but this is far from over. Our they can crush us. They’re wrong. She large map their territory. “We need to them where it hurts. first target is their supply routes. Without resources, their forces will crumble. “How do we know which routes to target?” Malcolm, seasoned strategist, asked. Liam forward, his confidence evident. intercepted some of their communications. They’re heavily relying on the eastern pass and the river route. We set traps there, we cripple supply chain. Ava nodded. “Exactly. But we just rely on traps. We need gather intel and resources. you’ll lead a reconnaissance team. Find out their exact movements. Amelia, sharp-eyed scout, gave nod. Now, about the traps,” Ava continued, glancing at Liam. “We need something that will cause maximum disruption minimal risk to people. eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “I’ve been on something. a bit unconventional, but it’ll do the trick. We smoke bombs and grenades. Cause confuse their ranks, and then we hit them hard. Ava’s lips curved a smile. Let’s make it happen. the meeting progressed, camaraderie and between Ava and Liam became increasingly evident. They moved in sync, anticipating each thoughts and actions. It was clear to everyone in the room: their bond was forged in the of shared struggle. Hours passed, and the plan solidified. knew role, their purpose. The room became a hive activity, each member focused their tasks. Later, as emptied, Ava and Liam lingered. The weight of the situation heavily on their shoulders, but they solace in each other’s presence. “Are alright?” asked softly, his hand brushing against Ava’s. sighed, her tough exterior momentarily slipping. just… a lot. But get through this. Liam’s grip tightened, a silent promise of support. “We will. Just as Ava was about to respond, a messenger burst into the room, out of breath and clutching a sealed envelope. Ava, arrived. from competitor. took the her brow furrowing as she broke seal. She read the quickly, her darkening with each word. “What it?” Liam asked, concern etching his features. Ava handed him the letter, her jaw clenched. “They’re offering truce. Liam the message aloud. Lady Ava, in light we propose a truce. Let us terms and avoid bloodshed. Signed, your competitor. up, disbelief his eyes. “This has be a trap. Ava nodded slowly. “It’s too convenient. They’re up to something. what if they’re serious? What if this is a chance to end things more Liam’s voice a flicker of hope. Ava’s gaze hardened. “We can’t to naive, Liam. We need to be prepared for anything. room silent their next move. The weight of the decision loomed over them, each fraught with peril. Finally, straightened, determination burning in eyes. “We’ll meet them, but our terms. We’ll set location and ensure we have the hand. “Agreed. We’ll be ready for whatever they throw at us.