Vivian stood tall on the platform, his eyes scanning the faces in the tent once more.
He could see the confusion still hanging in the air like thick smoke.
Some captains shifted in their seats, their brows furrowed.
Eliza's eyebrows twitched again, but she kept her mouth shut for now.
Vincen leaned forward just a bit, his steady hands now clasped tight.
"Listen carefully, everyone," Vivian said, his voice strong but calm.
He raised one hand slightly to quiet the soft whispers starting up.
"We won't be having a set plan from the start. But you will all be led by Duke Vined." He paused, letting those words sink in.
The tent grew even quieter, like everyone was holding their breath.
He saw a few soldiers nod slowly, their eyes widening as they started to understand.
He took a deep breath and continued, his face serious.
"The Tramplins have five grandmasters at their command. That's what makes this so hard."
