Fang Mo had no idea that, at that very moment, the military meeting that had just concluded in the command headquarters' conference room had already set the tone.
Farrow stood before the enormous tactical projection map, gazing at the crimson-marked region of the Black Flame Mountain Range with deep eyes.
Adjutant Thorne, his face bearing a vicious scar, stood silently behind him.
Though he had survived their last brush with death, the scar on Thorne's face had remained. He had refused to let the doctors remove it, keeping it as a warning to himself.
"Thorne, what do you think of the information Kerry brought back?" Farrow suddenly asked.
Thorne's voice was hoarse. "The intelligence matches the trends we've detected in our reconnaissance of other directions. The Fire Domain is expanding at an accelerating rate, high-level mutant beasts are frequently appearing on the perimeter, and the cost of passive defense and scattered reconnaissance is growing ever greater. I believe the timing for a full-scale offensive may be forced forward!"
Farrow remained silent for a long time.
The lesson of his crushing defeat last time had made him far more cautious, and he no longer dared to act as recklessly as before.
This was his last chance. If he lost again, even his father would likely abandon him, let alone the family.
At times, excessive caution could cause one to miss the opportunity of battle and even fall into an even more disadvantageous position.
"Transmit orders to all combat units. Enter Level One combat readiness. Send requests for coordinated operations to the First and Second Legions, and formulate a joint offensive plan." Farrow finally gave the order, his voice firm and decisive. "We cannot wait until the beast tide erupts before passively defending ourselves. Since the mutant beasts are gathering, then before