The Chaos of War

POV Some suspicious, clearly antagonistic person:

The man and woman sat in a circular room, the projection of the battlefield projected from a glowing globe embedded into the floor in the chamber's center. The lacking illumination obscured their faces and even bodies, only the occasional gleam of the wine glasses in their hands visible.

"Are the weapons ready, ambassador?"

"Yes, all aimed and ready to launch, general." The blonde man responded, only hardly keeping the smile from appearing on his cold professional face. Even though he couldn't see the man's face, he quickly paired the voice with that of the imperial general of the Western army group.

'How long I have waited for this.'

"Good, this is our best chance when there as so many of those monsters gathered in a single place. We can eliminate them in a single fell swoop."

The blonde ambassador leaned back in his chair. He wanted to pray for the operation to work but didn't dare, no longer believing the god was benevolent.