Dean opened the portals to their War Room, a chamber they only used for matters that could directly influence the war's outcome. No politics, no posturing—only the most serious of discussions earned entry into this space.
He stepped through the shimmering gateway and found that the others had already arrived. The remaining four sat in their designated seats—well, thrones, really—and all of them were staring straight at him, eyes sharp with expectation.
Dean cleared his throat and began, "We have a situation. One that could change the course of this war."
Ramses leaned forward, his expression serious. "Did another Faction gain an EX-Grade powerhouse?"
Dean shook his head. "No. This is something different. Something that could change the course of the war for the better. Something that might finally give us a fighting chance. Because, let's be honest—once the grace period offered to us by the System expires, we're done for."
