Three Days Earlier…
The Greek camp had grown restless.
Beyond its walls, the vast army stretched across the plains before Troy, its banners shifting beneath the morning wind. Thousands of soldiers prepared their weapons, sharpened their blades, and waited for the order that would send them toward the city once more.
Inside Agamemnon's command tent, however, the next assault was already being shaped.
A large map of Troy lay across the central table. Stones and wooden markers had been arranged around its walls, representing the Greek divisions and the positions they intended to strike.
Agamemnon stood at the head of the table, his arms crossed over his chest. Menelaus stood to his right, while Odysseus examined the map in silence.
"The northern inner wall remains their strongest position," Agamemnon said. "Hector will concentrate his forces there. He knows what its fall would mean."
Odysseus moved one of the markers toward the eastern side of the city.
