In the dimly lit basement of Cornewcastle, dim lights flicker, casting dappled shadows. The air is damp and musty, and the stone bricks on the walls seem to tell the vicissitudes of time.

Several dilapidated wooden tables are cobbled together and covered with a huge battle map, with markers and lines of various colors intertwined to outline the complex situation of war.

Several officers sat around the map, their faces looking solemn in the dim light. Their eyes wandered across the map, their fingers pointing to a key location from time to time, whispering discussions. There was tension in the air, as if a ...... would erupt at any moment

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