The Northern Defense (3) The Surveillance
The early evening cast a warm glow over the grand estate of Count Arvis, its stone walls catching the dying light of the sun. Mikhailis, having returned from the defensive walls, now rested in the guest room. The estate exuded an old-world charm, with its intricately carved woodwork, grand fireplaces, and polished marble floors. Mikhailis settled himself comfortably on a plush sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a steaming cup of tea resting on the coffee table before him. He leaned back, glancing towards his glasses, where Rodion's visual feed flickered to life.
The feed displayed the perspective of his Chimera Ant soldiers patrolling the walls. Their segmented vision moved smoothly, crawling over the stone fortifications, maneuvering deftly through tight spaces, their small yet formidable bodies hidden from any prying eyes. The guards along the wall, though vigilant, seemed unaware of their presence.