Legion General Headquarters, Sunset Province.
When Griffin learned that the Fourth Myriad Command's headquarters had been wiped out by an Alliance airborne force, he stood before the strategic map and felt his head buzz as his mind went blank for a moment.
He had anticipated that the fighting might not go smoothly with supplies in short supply.
He had also considered that the Alliance might have ignored his delaying tactic from the start, that his ultimatum might not even buy them thirty days.
But he had never imagined that the frontline forces would collapse so quickly that nearly a month of preparations now looked like a joke.
After coming back to his senses, Griffin looked at the communications officer standing by the door and spoke stiffly.
"The ones who captured the Fourth Myriad Command's headquarters... were the Alliance airborne troops? The Burning Corps?"
The communications officer moved his stiff neck and nodded.
"That's what General Soft said over the phone..."
Moreover, according to the report from the Falcon Kingdom's First Air Squadron, they had indeed seen Alliance transport planes heading toward the Fourth Myriad Command's headquarters.
To ensure that the airborne force could land safely, the Alliance had even deployed nearly eighty fighter planes as escorts.
That centurion named Arkant claimed that he and his men had shot down more than seventy aircraft... though it sounded like pure bragging.
Griffin fell silent for a moment before continuing.
"What else did he say?"
The communications officer nervously kept his mouth shut.
Before hanging up, Soft had furiously cursed Griffin out over the communications channel and called him "that damned skunk."
Those words were clearly not appropriate to repeat under the circumstances.
Griffin did not press further. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
He had indeed miscalculated