Seated at the head of the table, Robin massaged his brow. The weariness on his face was unmistakable, and it finally gave way to a deep sigh.
"…Understood, you may leave now. Increase the defensive strength of the remaining lines," Robin instructed.
"Yes, Lord Robin. I will take my leave."
Once the officer left, Robin slowly walked to the massive crystal window, his gaze drifting toward the starry sky outside, which seemed even brighter from the fires of war. The pressure of these days had clearly taken a toll on this strategist known for his intellect, and it was evident in his tired demeanor.
"Why do I keep feeling this unsettling premonition?" Robin muttered to himself, furrowing his brow.
This unease wasn't just due to the defeats on the battlefield. In truth, he had never taken Mount Divinus seriously. A mere Mount Divinus, with a foundation nothing compared to the Clawclash Empire, could hardly threaten them.
