"What does this message they sent mean? What do you mean, two Old Gods have infiltrated East Prussia and are preparing to unleash a Chaos invasion after nightfall?"
At the Pioneer Fortress, the short-statured marshal had just finished lunch when he read the urgent message in his hands. For a moment, he could hardly believe it. He instinctively glanced out the window. The sky was already darkening, the sunset's feeble glow draped over the land, and less than fifty minutes remained before nightfall.
Getting this terrible news now made it completely impractical to mobilize the army on a large scale, even setting aside the question of whether it was true.
"This information was relayed personally by Sir Adele, Governor Murphy's intelligence officer. We can guarantee its authenticity, but the contents are rather alarming."
General Soros stood before the marshal, gripping his saber uneasily. He spoke in a low voice:
"Though we don't know much about these 'Old Gods,' anything with 'god' in its name can't be treated as an ordinary threat. And this involves a Chaos invasion, no less. We've fought Chaos abominations on the Genoa Peninsula. If those things erupt in East Prussia now..."
"I can't even imagine the catastrophic consequences.
"Most importantly, the unspoken message behind Transia sending us this information is that the Pioneer Legion has to hold the line first!
"As a royal army, protecting our territory and our people is our duty. But the problem is, the Pioneer Legion has very little experience fighting Chaos. Can we really withstand a disaster like this?"
"This is no longer a question of whether we can. Can we really abandon the province and withdraw at a time like this? If we did, the Transians would laugh themselves sick. Soros, whatever decision we make, Murphy will get the outcome