Eryndor stepped forward to the table, his finger gliding across the vast map with practiced precision. "Here, in the northern farming valleys. And along the eastern riverbeds, where most of your grain is grown. Also, near the source of the western tributaries, affecting the water supply as it flows downstream."
He pointed to three distinct, widespread areas, tapping them lightly. "This isn't a small or random attack. It's planned, spread wide, and done with extreme discretion."
He looked at Viana, his expression now conveying seriousness. "This is not the work of simple bandits, Princess. This requires organization, resources, and a deep understanding of your kingdom's vulnerabilities. They seek to destroy from within, without a single sword drawn or a single arrow fired."
He offered her a faint, somber smile. "You seek knowledge of battle strategies, and here, a battle is already being waged, unseen."
