Three Fronts

In the Privy Council of Avalon, a pungent smell of burnt cigarettes filled the closed conference room.

Bluish-gray smoke floated in the air, stinging one's eyes.

Small hills had piled up in the ashtrays. The ministers who had been well-dressed in the past were presently unkempt, and God knew how many days had passed since they last bathed.

Everyone silently gazed at the sea chart hanging on the wall, and the staff officer from the military department was explaining it to them. "Since four o'clock this morning, the lookouts of the Observatory have been sending reports of the Asgardians beginning their war preparations. After six hours of preparation, at 10:30 in the morning, they began to advance towards Anglo's territorial waters.