Several days later · A top-secret conference room in Upper Capital
The lighting was soft, and a faint fragrance of tea lingered in the air.
On one side of the long table sat several middle-aged men in dark suits, small national flag pins fastened to their chests.
On the other sat several senior officers wearing traditional headscarves and long robes. Their faces were stern, their eyes carrying a desire that had been suppressed for far too long.
"Gentlemen, generals." The Rabbit Nation representative spoke first, his voice calm and forceful.
"Welcome to Upper Capital. We fully understand the purpose of your visit."
Camel's highest-ranking general dipped his head slightly in reply.
"Thank you for receiving us. We have brought a handwritten letter from our supreme leader."
He took an exquisite envelope from his robes and presented it with both hands.
"We need your support!"
The Rabbit Nation representative accepted the letter without opening it and placed it on the table, getting straight to the point.
"We can provide weapons and equipment, air defense systems, satellites, drones, missiles, and more.
Everything you need, we have." He paused and looked directly at them.
"But we will not enter the fray directly."
The Camel generals exchanged glances, as though they had expected that answer all along.
"Weapons will be priced according to standard military sales rates," the Rabbit Nation representative continued.
"No price hikes, no discounts, and no credit."
"That is fair." A Camel general nodded.
"But—" The Rabbit Nation representative raised one finger. "We have only one condition."
The conference room fell silent.
"All Bald Eagle bases in the Desert Region." His voice remained calm, but carried unquestionable weight.
"Wipe them all out!"
The Camel general's eyes narrowed slightly.
"We will not participate directly," the Rabbit Nation representative added.
"But we will