The man in white tapped his scepter against the ground again.
"Another unfortunate circumstance. But there are disasters we can handle, and those that we cannot. All we can do is pray and hope that their souls find some rest in this dark world."
Resource allocation.
Nero felt bile rise in his throat. He swallowed it down.
The discussion shifted again, this time focusing on supply lines and logistical concerns. The Templars spoke of food shortages, medical supplies, and the difficulties of managing such a massive refugee population.
"We're burning through Elixirs faster than projected," Markus reported. "Several squads have requested additional stocks to maintain operational effectiveness."
"Denied," the man in white said immediately. "We can't afford to deplete reserves. Tell them to ration carefully."
"Sir, with respect, asking them to ration while pushing this hard into corrupted territory—"
"Is necessary," the man interrupted.
