The room fell silent. Every eye turned to their table.
This was it. The moment that would determine whether they were taken seriously or dismissed as lucky amateurs.
Damien glanced at Elara and Seria. Both gave him slight nods. Permission. Trust.
He took a breath and met the Emperor's gaze directly.
"Your Majesty, based on our encounters and analysis, we believe you're facing a unified demon command structure. Not random incursions, but an actual military organization with strategic objectives, tactical intelligence, and adaptive capabilities." He gestured to the maps on the table. "The pattern we've observed isn't opportunistic raiding. It's systematic weakening of imperial infrastructure in preparation for a larger offensive."
"That's a significant claim," the military general said, his tone skeptical. "Demons don't organize like that. They're beasts, driven by instinct and hunger, not military strategy."
