The mayor of Geraldton hurried into the CIC conference room, his voice filled with urgency.
He had been abruptly woken from his bed in his manor, and the butler who woke him had extinguished the mayor's anger at having his sweet dream interrupted with just one sentence.
"My master, an urgent telegram from the military. The transport convoys have been attacked, and your decision is urgently needed."
At those words, the mayor's drowsiness instantly vanished.
Neither his lover's smooth skin nor the softness of the velvet bed could hold back his hurried steps.
The highest-ranking figure in Geraldton's administrative system did not even have time to dress properly before rushing out of the bedroom.
Under normal circumstances, the disheveled mayor would undoubtedly have become the center of attention in the conference room.
But at this moment, the powerful figures present had no interest in the mayor's appearance.
Their eyes were fixed on the situation reports before them, their expressions grave as they considered how to deal with this sudden and thorny crisis.
"Mr. Mayor, the situation is extremely serious."
An officer in charge of military intelligence stepped forward to brief the mayor.
"All ten transport convoys we dispatched have come under attack. Although most of the attacks were successfully repelled with the support of the wraiths, one convoy was completely destroyed, while the others suffered varying degrees of damage..."
After hearing this, the mayor could not help but let out a long sigh.
He wearily supported his forehead with one hand and waved weakly at the officer, signaling that there was no need to continue.
At that moment, Geraldton's mayor fully understood just how badly the situation had deteriorated.
All the transport convoys had been attacked, and the supplies originally scheduled for delivery to Perth would inevitably be greatly delayed.