Xiang Yu sat in his bedchamber, breathing heavily and dully.
"Phew—phew—"
His chest heaved violently, and something like steaming white vapor rose from his back.
What drew the eye was the light flickering within his eyes.
"Future Prediction Module." Xiang Yu wore an expression of slight pain as he pressed a finger to his temple.
".I can see it, I—I can see it."
Xiang Yu stood up, releasing his head with both hands as he looked ahead.
What exactly was the scenery that Xiang Yu could see in his eyes?
No one besides Xiang Yu knew.
Early the next morning, in the room used for military discussions.
Xiang Yu and Xiang An sat on either side of the seat of honor, while the main seat itself stood empty.
It had originally belonged to Xiang Liang.
Xiang Yu, Xiang An, Xiang Lu, Zi Juan, Wei Hao, Liang Ning, and the other generals sat in the room, along with trusted advisers such as Han Xin and Fan Zeng.
Everyone remained silent.
Even Han Xin felt somewhat pessimistic about the current situation.
Xiang Liang, Western Chu's greatest pillar and the source around whom everyone had gathered, was dead.
Along with him, most of the troops under Xiang Liang and the several thousand defenders of Dingtao had also perished. Chu's army had not been cut in half, but it had lost more than a third at the very least. Furthermore, the wounded soldiers rescued from the Dingtao battlefield still needed treatment and could not simply be abandoned.
"Send someone to contact Liu Ji's side. We need to begin withdrawing." Xiang Yu swept his gaze around the room. Among the generals present, only he and Xiang An held the highest military ranks. As Xiang An's elder brother, with Xiang Liang now dead, he had to