War.
A simple word, yet one that carried enough weight to crush entire nations beneath its meaning. It was never just about armies clashing on battlefields, steel against steel, blood staining the earth. War meant upheaval. Displacement. Cities reduced to smoldering ruins, families shattered, lives forever altered. It was a storm that did not discriminate, sweeping away both the mighty and the meek in its relentless path.
For Velren, the notion of war had always been a distant one. Something that existed in history books, whispered rumors, or the tales of old soldiers who had seen too much. Yet here he was, sitting across from Mikhail, listening to implications that could turn those distant echoes into reality.
