"One slip," Lilith said, her voice heavy with the weight of prophecy. "And we are looking at total extinction."
She let the word hang in the air, a guillotine blade waiting to drop. She turned her gaze to Orion, her expression grim.
"Based on the projections from the [Strategic Council], we are facing a catastrophic global famine within three years."
Lilith tapped a map on the desk. "The insect plague is a direct threat to the agricultural foundation of every major city. Locusts, borers, root-eaters... their reproduction rates are exponential. The first casualty of this war won't be soldiers; it will be the harvest."
"If the other factions don't stockpile grain now, the moment the crops fail, society collapses. Hunger breeds anarchy. Armies will starve, and the peasantry will mutiny."
She paused, a cold light entering her eyes. She hadn't even touched on the secondary consequences yet.
