"Did you see it, Your Majesty?" Fargo's voice crackled through the phone, sharp enough to cut through the heavy silence.
Lucas pressed the speaker button without looking away from the screen. "Yes. Lory's watching it too."
There's a brief pause, before his voice return to it steady and professional tone, "What are your orders, My Lord?"
Lucas did not hesitate, she immediately give order, "Mobilize our forces immediately," he commanded, his tone calm but carrying unmistakable authority. "Prioritize deployment to allied nations. Dispatch medical units and certified healers alongside the primary contingents."
He folded his hands behind his back, already calculating the broader implications.
"Ensure full coordination with local command structures before any entry. Our presence must reinforce their authority, not undermine it."
A brief pause followed.
