Caesar IV had originally summoned everyone to the capital primarily to discuss the Scepter of Glory. But the situation on the battlefield kept worsening, and a string of bad news left everyone struggling to breathe.
After the Omega Duchy fell, the Xilong Duchy swiftly followed suit, with only three days between their collapses.
Who the next unlucky victim would be depended entirely on the Beastfolk's mood. The Seven Grassland Nations alliance had been a joke from beginning to end; since the war began, it had not achieved a single noteworthy victory.
To the west, the Warhammer Kingdom was now being battered senseless by the Ancient Remnants coalition, its front lines retreating again and again.
If not for the Moxi Duchy and the Duchy of Orton promptly sending troops to help stabilize their position for their own security, the situation would likely have already collapsed.
Of course, the Alpha Kingdom had also done its part. The ten thousand reinforcements it had promised had arrived at the battlefield.
But on a battlefield where both sides had assembled armies numbering a million, ten thousand ordinary reinforcements could provide little beyond moral support and could not alter the course of the war.
And that was far from the only bad news. The war in the center of the continent was not developing as favorably as everyone had expected either.
Humanity did hold the advantage, but for the Alien Race Alliance, this war had become a fight for survival. Every race was fighting desperately.
Yet the human nations all had their reservations. Each wanted to win at the smallest possible cost and was unwilling to drain too much of its own strength.
This was especially true of wars jointly launched by several countries. Everyone wanted others to contribute more, and their battlefield performances were particularly