Planning Ahead

Atenzi stood at the head of the table of the newly constructed castle, his golden-crimson eyes scanning the assembled vampire generals.

Báthory sat to his right, watching him with barely concealed fascination.

"The game has changed," Atenzi began, his voice carrying an edge of steel. "Our victory over Khan has surely upset the balance of power in Naaim.

We must be prepared for the reactions of the other Harbingers."

He gestured to the map, pointing out key locations. "Perhaps, Alexander the Great will be our most immediate concern.

He won't be able to resist the challenge we represent."

One of the generals, a gaunt vampire with eyes like smoldering coals, leaned forward. "Perhaps we should strike first, my lord.

Take the fight to New Macedon before-"

"No," Atenzi cut him off, his voice sharp. "That's exactly what Alexander wants.

He's hoping we'll overextend ourselves, leave our flanks exposed."