The War Room

The dimly lit war room buzzed with tension as Ava stood at the head of a long table, maps and documents spread before her. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the faces of her allies. Liam stood beside her, his presence a pillar of support.

"Alright, everyone, listen up," Ava began, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "We've defended our estate, but this is far from over. Our competitor thinks they can crush us. They're wrong."

She pointed to a large map of their territory. "We need to hit them where it hurts. Our first target is their supply routes. Without resources, their forces will crumble."

"How do we know which routes to target?" Malcolm, a seasoned strategist, asked.

Liam stepped forward, his confidence evident. "We've intercepted some of their communications. They're heavily relying on the eastern pass and the river route. We set traps there, we cripple their supply chain."