Fang Mo had no idea that, in the headquarters conference room, the military meeting that had just concluded had already set the course.
Farrow stood before the enormous tactical projection map, gazing deeply at the region of the Black Flame Mountain Range marked in scarlet.
Adjutant Suo En, whose face bore a hideous scar, stood quietly behind him.
Though Suo En had survived his last brush with death, the scar on his face remained. He had refused to let the doctors remove it, keeping it as a warning to himself.
"Suo En, what do you think of the information Kaili brought back?" Farrow suddenly asked.
Suo En's voice was hoarse. "The intelligence matches the trends our reconnaissance has detected in other directions. The Fire Domain is expanding faster, and high-level Mutant Beasts are frequently appearing on the outskirts. Passive defense and scattered reconnaissance are becoming increasingly costly. I believe we may be forced to launch our full-scale offensive ahead of schedule!"
Farrow remained silent for a long time.
The lesson of his crushing defeat had made him more cautious. He no longer dared to act with the same reckless abandon as before.
This was his last chance. If he lost again, even his father would likely give up on him, let alone his Lineage.
Sometimes, excessive caution could cost a commander an opportunity, or even leave him in a still more disadvantageous position.
"Order all combat units to enter level-one combat readiness. Send requests for coordinated operations to the First and Second Legions, and draft a joint offensive plan." Farrow finally issued his orders, his voice decisive enough to cut nails and sever iron. "We cannot wait until the Beast Tide erupts and then fall back on passive defense. Since the Mutant Beasts are gathering, we will strike first and