Chapter 80

ALEXANDER’S POV The morning sun barely peeked over the horizon as I made my through the encampment.The air was thick with the scent of steel and sweat. My soldiers were always busy. Why? It was because of the rigorous training regimen I had imposed since the reinforcements arrived. My mind raced as I mentally tallied the numbers: 100,000 royal soldiers to organize, 10,000 Sacred Firearms Regiment to arm and station, and 15,000 Mystic Corps members to train. The pressure of responsibility pressed against my shoulders, but I welcomed it. I thrived in the chaos of battle preparation. My tent, the largest among the command posts, was lit by lanterns as I looked over supply reports. Rations were holding steady, weapon distribution was on schedule, and the training regimens were progressing as planned. But I could sense a disturbance in the ranks. Small inefficiencies. Delays in coordination. They were whispering all the time. They seemed to be upset about something. Then, the mindlink came.