Roboute stood tall and alert as he oversaw the preparations for the upcoming military campaign. His bright blue eyes methodically scanned the tactical map, analyzing every possible eventuality and mentally making contingency plans. The massive sword slung at his hip caught the dim light as he ran a gloved hand through his short blond hair thoughtfully. Although his face did not show it, Roboute's mind was in turmoil. The weight of humanity rested on his mighty shoulders, and he could not afford to make mistakes. It had to be the perfect strategy, the infallible leader. And yet, in the brief moments of stillness, she couldn't help but wonder... was this her true purpose? Was war the only way? She shook her head slightly, berating herself for such thoughts. Duty called, and he could not ignore it.
