The war council dissolved slowly.
Not with chatter.
Not with relief.
But with the quiet, restrained hum of officials already calculating tonnage, routes, bribes, and coded correspondences.
Julius remained at the head of the table a moment longer after the last advisor bowed out.
The continental map loomed before him.
Red markers.
Blue markers.
Green markers.
And somewhere admist them all were his invisible root markers.
his agents hidding in plain sight, waiting for orders to arrive, for them to begin operations an sow discorse and disorder to disrupt their national operations as much as we can of course after the initial months of these begin, the Visigoths will begin to employ means to prevent further sabotage, all while deploying their forces to root out the sabatours and begin performing counter-espianoge to further protect themselves in the future.
He exhaled once and turned away.
The corridor outside the chamber felt cooler.
Quieter.
