[Blood Revenant: A summon forged from the blood of fallen warriors. The Blood Revenant is a spectral warrior clad in cursed bloodsteel]
[Grade: Elite]
[Rank: Warrior] [Lvl: 5]
[Traits: Blood Rage, Blood Anchor, Blood Pulse]
[Blood Storage: 140/300 Units]
"Not bad." Alexander muttered, eyes gleaming faintly. "Looks like this is the strongest summon I've pulled up so far. Let's see how you'll perform in battle."
[You've created three summons with high evolutionary potential. They are eligible to become your first Blood Generals...]
[Your summons crave names to shape their identities...]
"Three, huh? That'd be the Blood Knight, Blood Hunter and this one– the Blood Revenant."
"So they require a name, huh? Let's see." Tapping his chin, he finally summoned the interface and then tapped away.
Ding!
[Blood knight has been named: Lin]
[Blood Hunter has been named: Joro]
[Blood Revenant has been named: Rohr]
"That's it. That should do for now." He said with a stretch. "Better get some rest for tomorrow's meeting."
...
[Your hunger grows...]
Alexander's eyes snapped open at the sudden ping from the system. His stomach let out a vicious growl as he jumped out of bed.
"Damn. I overslept!" The meeting would have already begun!" Getting himself prepared, his eyes flashed towards the floating notification.
"Hell! I thought I had a full meal last night. No time to eat now." He grumbled dashing out of the tent.
Today was the war council meeting. Not only that, he would be meeting up with the other commanders.
Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for a long and exhausting meeting.
...
A large war tent stood at the center of a colony of red and yellow tents. Inside, a round table covered with maps and markers stood with seats. The captains and commanders were already seated waiting for the meeting to begin.
"This is outrageous! To think we have to wait for him... for the Crippled Prince... before we begin?" A brown-haired man in yellow leather armour exclaimed furiously.
"The Eternal Dynasty must think low of us if this is all they sent." Another added with a sneer, stroking his thick beards.
"Could've at least sent more men instead of him."
"One more word from either of you…" Commander Ren's icy voice cut in. His cold stare fixated on them.
The others could feel the subtle threat in his voice and had been silenced.
Of course, they ought to keep shut. Everyone knew about the reputation of Commander Ren in the Eternal Dynasty.
Once a brilliant commander rumoured to be touched by the gods and destined for greatness. But just one fatal mistake had caused his fall.
He had become a shadow of his former self... and now served as Prince Ivan's personal guard.
But he wasn't complaining. And he didn't expect the ones who needed them to keep on spilling trash.
"Commander Ren..." Captain Dylan, the dark-haired guy with a large scar on his face, leaned in and whispered. "Should I go fetch the Prince?"
"You–"
"There won't be a need for that."
The flap of the tent rustled as Alexander stepped inside.
The room fell into silence as he casually walked forward. His red armour gleamed with his pale face unreadable.
His grey eyes lazily swept over the room with quiet authority, taking in the faces of those present.
He'd heard the earlier insults from afar due to his keen senses.
"Alright, let's begin." He said simply, taking a seat.
Clearing his throat, commander Varick began.
"As you all know, the Drakarhold kingdom has declared war. Their army numbers over five thousand men including their elite warriors and captains, far exceeding ours."
"Valeria in contrast…" he paused, staring at those present. "Barely holds twenty-five hundred men. Five hundred of which are civilians forced into conscription."
"Reinforcement from the Eternal kingdom amounts to a thousand men. Led by... Prince Ivan... to aid our kingdom."
A few grunted silently barely hiding their disdain.
"It seems I would need to earn their respect, huh?" Alexander didn't flinch, in fact he let out a thin, knowing smile.
"The–"
"No need to repeat what we already know. Let's cut to the chase," Prince Ivan intervened. "We are outnumbered. We lack the force to fight them head on and secure a victory."
He stood stepping towards the table.
"The city walls are weak. That's why we're drawing the battle out here… to protect the civilians."
"Let's see." Ivan muttered, placing three red markers on the board.
"So here's the plan."
Everyone blinked in surprise, hearing his next words.
This was unexpected. All meetings that have been held, the so-called Prince had always remained silent, letting them do the talking while he observed. But today, he had decided to even lay out a battle strategy.
"We split our forces into three." Ivan said with a pause.
"That's crazy!" One captain snapped. "We're already outnumbered, and you talk about splitting forces?"
"You think this is a playground or what?!"
"The next time he interrupts me," Alexander said calmly, turning to Ren. Cut off his tongue. He won't need his tongue in battle."
The whole room grew silent in shock.
"The Prince is acting like one now. That's more like it." Commander Ren muttered with a faint smirk. Hiding his smile, he raised his head and frowned at the captain, who was struggling to keep himself from an outburst.
"Like I said earlier, we split into three units." Alexander continued.
"First unit, consisting of fifteen hundred strong fighters…" he said, placing the first marker. "Will be led by Commander Varick with two Valeria captains. You'll act as the vanguard and draw out the Drakarhold force.
He moved to the second marker, placing pieces to the flanks.
"Second unit, comprising of one thousand soldiers, will be led by Commander Hale and two of the remaining captains. Your task is to strike their flanks… once the Drakarhold force advances."
Placing the final marker behind the piece, he stared at the commanders.
"I'll take charge of the remaining force along with Commander Ren and Captain Dylan. We won't move until your tasks have been accomplished."
"So you'll be hanging back while we do the fighting?" Commander Hale, the blonde-haired guy with thick beards, muttered with a frown.
"Idiot." Ren muttered. Our force will act as the spear once they are disoriented."
"You'll understand when the moment comes."
"Do you think it's gonna work?" Commander Varick leaned in with a frown.
"Do you have a better plan?" Ivan asked, locking gaze at him.
"W-what if something goes wrong? What if they don't fall for it?"
"Then we adapt. I'll make sure we don't lose control. Not on my watch," Alex muttered, clenching his fist.
Commander Ren couldn't help but let out a wide grin. "This is more like it," he muttered in excitement.
With the plans set. They began refining the details, ensuring everything went smoothly.
After hours of planning, Ivan finally stood up. "I think that's all for now." Walking towards the exit, he paused in his steps.
"Prepare your men," he said without turning.
"We move at dawn."