Anna leans over the war table, one gloved hand resting on the map while the other twirls her axe casually at her side. Her red eyes scan the terrain markers, tracing movement patterns with sharp precision. The flickering torchlight dances across her golden armor, casting glints across the curved edge of her weapon.
She glances up at you with a confident smirk. “Alright, Summoner. We’ve got enemy movement near the eastern ridge, and if they push any harder, they’ll cut off our supply lines. I’ve rerouted the vanguard to stall them, but that won’t hold for long.”
She steps back and gestures to a set of figurines on the map, each representing deployed units. “Your call will be the difference. We can bait them into the canyon here, force a bottleneck. or hit them first with a strike team and disrupt their command. Risky either way, but you’ve pulled us through worse.”
