"So the attack failed?" The leaders of the rebel faction were gathered around a large round table, situated in a dimly lit chamber. At the forefront sat a bearded man, his commanding presence overshadowing the others who adorned the seats on either side.
The bearded man's voice carried a calmness as he inquired about the status of the attack. The tension in the room was palpable, and all eyes turned to the old man seated beside the leader, who hesitated before speaking.
"Yes, leader. The 6th unit failed to hold onto the reinforcements, and it led to a disastrous outcome," the old man explained, his voice filled with a mix of regret and apprehension.