Chapter 32: The Gathering Storm

The first signs of dawn cast an eerie glow across the northern plains as Padrino stood at the edge of Rimuru's northern fortifications, looking out across the land. The quiet before a storm was palpable, the weight of coming events pressing down on him like a physical burden. With every breath, the air seemed to grow heavier, laden with the unspoken promise of war.

Marko approached quietly, his expression tense but resolute. "Our scouts report movement in the north. Korgon has called a council of war with the other northern warlords."

Padrino frowned, his mind racing. "So, it begins."

Marko nodded. "If Korgon is pulling them together, he's preparing to make his move soon. We need to be ready."

Padrino's gaze remained fixed on the horizon. His grip on the pommel of his sword tightened, the familiar weight grounding him in the moment. The plans they had set in motion were delicate, like a house of cards teetering on the edge of collapse. One wrong move, and everything could come crashing down.

"We'll be ready," Padrino said, his voice steady. "Has Hinata sent any word?"

"Not yet," Marko replied, concern flickering across his face. "But I trust she's handling her part. If she can keep Dagmir and Thalos from fully committing to Korgon, we'll have a chance to divide their forces."

Padrino nodded, but the unease gnawing at him wouldn't subside. Hinata's mission was crucial, but it was also dangerous. If Korgon sensed any weakness or betrayal, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate her. And without her influence over the northern warlords, Rimuru would be facing a unified front they couldn't hope to overcome.

"Send word to our forces," Padrino said after a moment. "I want every battalion on alert. We need to be prepared for any eventuality. And gather the council—we need to make sure our next steps are in perfect alignment."

Marko bowed and swiftly left to carry out the orders. Padrino remained where he stood, the early light of dawn creeping higher into the sky. War was inevitable now, and the stakes had never been higher.

Rimuru Council Chamber

The council chamber was filled with tension as Padrino entered. The faces of his most trusted advisors—Marko, Asuna, Vincent, and Prince Benimaru—turned toward him, each reflecting the gravity of the situation. It was a rare moment where even Asuna's calm demeanor betrayed a hint of anxiety.

"We've received word from the north," Padrino began, taking his seat at the head of the table. "Korgon is gathering his forces. The time for negotiation has passed."

Asuna spoke first, her voice calm but firm. "Do we have confirmation from Hinata on the state of the northern alliances?"

Padrino shook his head. "Not yet. We have to assume that Korgon is aware of her movements, which means we're on borrowed time. If she can delay them, even by a few days, it will give us a better chance to divide their ranks."

Marko leaned forward, spreading a map across the table. "We've been preparing our defenses, but we're stretched thin in some areas. If Korgon leads a full assault, we'll need to prioritize where we make our stand. The key will be limiting the size of the force we have to engage."

Vincent, ever the pragmatist, folded his arms. "And what if the north unites? What's our plan if we're facing their full strength?"

Padrino's jaw clenched. "If it comes to that, we'll need to fall back to our strongest positions and hold the line as long as we can. But I refuse to believe all of Korgon's allies are fully committed to his cause. We've seen cracks in their alliances. We just need to widen them."

Benimaru, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "We're fighting on multiple fronts, Padrino. Galdros may still be weakened, but they won't remain idle for long. If they see an opportunity, they'll strike. We need to be prepared for that as well."

Padrino exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of leadership pressing down on him. Every decision, every move, carried the potential for triumph or disaster. But he had faced worse odds before, and he wasn't about to let Rimuru fall.

"We need to stay united," he said, his voice strong. "Our strength lies in our ability to adapt, to outthink our enemies. If we lose sight of that, we've already lost. We will defend our home, no matter the cost."

Asuna's eyes softened as she looked at him. "We trust you, Padrino. And we'll follow your lead."

The others nodded in agreement, the tension in the room easing slightly as they steeled themselves for the battles ahead. But Padrino knew that trust alone wouldn't be enough. They needed strategy, timing, and a little bit of luck if they were going to survive what was coming.

The Northern Camp

Far to the north, in the heart of the warlords' territory, Korgon stood at the head of a long wooden table, flanked by his generals. Dagmir and Thalos sat opposite him, their expressions hard and unreadable. The council of war had begun, and the tension in the air was palpable.

"We stand at the precipice of greatness," Korgon declared, his voice booming through the chamber. "The southern lands are ripe for the taking, and Rimuru will fall before our might."

Dagmir's eyes narrowed. "If we move too soon, we risk weakening ourselves. Rimuru is no ordinary village anymore. Their forces are well-trained, and Padrino is not a man to be underestimated."

Thalos, always the more cautious of the two, nodded in agreement. "We should wait, gather more strength before striking. There's no need to rush."

Korgon slammed his fist on the table, causing the wood to creak under the force. "Patience is for the weak! Every day we wait is another day that Padrino fortifies his position. We must strike now, while they are still vulnerable."

A murmur ran through the generals, but Dagmir and Thalos remained unconvinced. Korgon knew he was losing control of the room, and it enraged him. He had worked too long and sacrificed too much to let these weaklings undermine his plans.

But as he was about to speak again, a messenger burst into the room, his face pale and breathless.

"My lord," the messenger stammered, "there's news from the south. Hinata has been spotted meeting with Thalos' men."

The room fell silent, and all eyes turned toward Thalos. His face darkened with anger, but before he could speak, Korgon rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with fury.

"So, the traitor reveals herself," Korgon growled. "It seems Rimuru has been playing us for fools."

Dagmir and Thalos exchanged a glance, but neither spoke. They could see the rage simmering in Korgon's eyes, and they knew that now, more than ever, they needed to be careful.

"Ready the troops," Korgon commanded, his voice cold and merciless. "We march on Rimuru at dawn."

The warlords nodded, but beneath their composed expressions, doubts lingered. Korgon was a force to be reckoned with, but his impulsiveness could be his downfall. And in the shadows of the northern camp, secret alliances were already forming—ones that could spell disaster for all involved.

As dawn approached, the northern forces began their march south, their banners fluttering in the cold wind. But unseen to Korgon, the seeds of betrayal were already taking root, and the storm that was about to break would be unlike any they had faced before.

The war for Rimuru was about to begin, and only the strongest would survive.

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Korgon's army moved like a shadow across the northern plains, their banners slicing through the sky as the storm clouds gathered overhead. From the southern ridge of Rimuru, Padrino stood watching, feeling the weight of the impending clash settle heavily on his shoulders. His scouts had reported that Korgon's forces were advancing faster than expected, and the council had immediately begun final preparations for defense.

But the tension in Padrino's gut was not just about Korgon's overwhelming force. There was something more—something darker brewing on the horizon. He had trusted Hinata to sow the seeds of discord among the northern warlords, but she had yet to send word. His faith in her was strong, but in war, even the best-laid plans could go astray.

Asuna appeared at his side, her face calm but her eyes brimming with concern. "They're coming," she said softly, her gaze tracing the distant columns of soldiers. "But it feels too... simple. Something is missing."

"I feel it too," Padrino replied, his voice low. "Hinata should have sent word by now."

Marko, standing nearby, spoke up. "It's possible she's succeeded, but we haven't received the confirmation. Korgon is marching fast. We may still have the advantage if the northern alliances are fractured."

Padrino nodded, though his mind raced through the possibilities. If Hinata had failed, or worse, been discovered, they would be fighting a united northern force. But if she had succeeded, then there was a chance to strike at the heart of Korgon's weakness.

The Northern Warlord's Camp

The fires of the northern warlord's camp flickered in the cold wind as Dagmir sat silently, sharpening his blade. Across the fire from him, Thalos watched, his eyes betraying the same unease. The council of war had ended earlier, but the tension in the air had not dissipated. Korgon had taken the news of Hinata's movements as proof of betrayal, and his decision to march without hesitation had only heightened the sense of looming disaster.

"There's no way this ends well for any of us," Dagmir muttered, testing the edge of his sword with a thumb. "Korgon's acting like a cornered beast."

Thalos remained silent for a moment, his mind turning over the same thought. "I know," he said finally. "But if we don't act soon, we'll be caught in his madness."

A cold breeze swept through the camp, and Thalos pulled his cloak tighter around himself. He had known for weeks that Korgon's drive for domination would lead them all to ruin, but he hadn't expected it to come to this. Hinata's presence had stirred old fears in Korgon, and now the once-fractured warlords had united under his banner out of fear rather than loyalty. But fear was a fragile thing, easily broken.

"What do we do, then?" Dagmir asked, his voice low. "We can't openly defy him. Not now. Not with the army on the move."

"We don't defy him," Thalos replied, leaning forward, his voice a whisper. "We wait. Korgon is too focused on Rimuru—he won't see the knife coming from behind. If we strike at the right moment, we can take him down."

Dagmir met his gaze, a flicker of doubt in his eyes. "And then what? We take control of the army? Fight Rimuru ourselves?"

Thalos shook his head. "No. We don't need to fight. If Korgon falls, the alliances will crumble. Each of us can return to our territories, pull our forces back, and let Padrino deal with the rest."

There was silence between them for a moment as the weight of the plan settled. It was a dangerous game, one that could easily backfire. But both knew that Korgon's leadership was unsustainable. The only path forward was one paved with treachery.

"We'll need a signal," Dagmir said quietly. "Something to tell the men when it's time to strike."

Thalos nodded. "I'll arrange it."

The Calm Before the Storm

Back in Rimuru, Padrino walked the streets of the fortified city, taking in the preparations. Soldiers moved in formation, their faces grim but determined. The citizens, those who had chosen to stay, had taken refuge in the underground bunkers, while the rest had fled south to safer territories. The city was ready for war, but that didn't ease the knot in Padrino's chest.

As he rounded a corner, he found himself face to face with Hinata. Her arrival was unexpected, and the sight of her brought both relief and a fresh wave of concern.

"You made it back," Padrino said, his voice tight with a mixture of surprise and worry.

Hinata nodded, her expression grave. "The situation in the north is... delicate. Korgon's forces are united, but it's a fragile alliance. Dagmir and Thalos are plotting against him. They plan to strike once Korgon is fully committed to the battle."

Padrino's mind raced. "Can we use this?"

"Yes," Hinata said. "But we'll need to time it perfectly. If we attack too early, it might force Korgon's hand and make him rally the warlords even tighter around him. If we wait too long, the betrayal could come too late to matter."

Padrino rubbed his forehead, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. "What about Dagmir and Thalos? Can we trust them to follow through?"

Hinata's eyes hardened. "Trust? No. But they fear Korgon more than they fear us. And fear can be a powerful motivator."

Marko appeared at their side, his face set in a grim line. "The northern army is less than two days away. Whatever we're going to do, we need to do it soon."

Padrino nodded. The pieces were falling into place, but the margins for error were razor-thin. If Korgon sensed betrayal too soon, the entire plan would collapse. But if they waited too long, the battle could spiral out of control.

"We'll need to create a diversion," Padrino said, his voice firm. "Something to draw Korgon's focus while we maneuver. Marko, gather the elite units. I want them ready for a rapid strike."

Marko bowed. "Understood."

As he left to carry out the orders, Hinata placed a hand on Padrino's arm. "This is dangerous, Padrino. If Korgon catches wind of what we're planning…"

"He won't," Padrino interrupted, his voice steady. "He's too focused on me. And that's exactly what we'll use against him."

Hinata gave him a searching look before nodding. "Just be careful. We're playing with fire."

Padrino watched as she walked away, her words hanging heavy in the air. Fire, indeed. And if they weren't careful, they would all be consumed by it.

Korgon's March

The northern army pressed onward, the thunder of boots against the frozen earth filling the air. Korgon rode at the front, his massive warhorse kicking up clouds of dust with every step. His eyes burned with ambition, his mind fixed on the destruction of Rimuru.

But deep within the ranks of his army, hidden among the loyal soldiers, whispers of rebellion spread like wildfire. Dagmir and Thalos had already begun to set their plan in motion. Korgon would never see the blade coming, not until it was too late.

As the sun set on the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, the storm that had been brewing for so long was finally about to break. And when it did, only one side would emerge victorious.