Kael sat in his chambers, the glow of the NTR System illuminating his face in the dim light.
He could still feel the pressure Gerald's report another 10,000 refugees heading for his borders.
The nobles above him, the Duke, the Earl, and even the King, had made it clear they saw barons like him as expendable.
Redirecting the refugee crisis toward territories like his while they fortified their own was a cold, calculated move to protect themselves.
Kael's jaw clenched as he stared at the flickering Wheel of Fate on the system's interface.
The stakes were rising, and while he'd prepared for waves of refugees, this new influx threatened to overwhelm even his carefully laid plans.
He couldn't afford to falter.
Not now.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "Four hundred SP," he muttered. "Four spins. This wheel needs to deliver."