The night had fallen, and the moon shone brightly over the camp where Helena, along with the united forces of various nations, prepared for their imminent assault on the Kingdom of Akiya. The atmosphere was charged with both tension and determination as they finalized their strategies under the cover of darkness.
Helena stood at the forefront of the war council, her eyes scanning the detailed maps laid out before her. Commanders and generals from Venna, Canne, and Holise huddled around her, their faces etched with a mix of anxiety and resolve. They had come to a unanimous decision: avoid direct confrontation with the formidable Magic Tower, a battle they knew would be impossible to win.
"Our objective is clear," Helena began, her voice unwavering. "We must occupy Akiya's capital and demand Raja William's surrender. Once we have him in custody, we will take him to the international tribunal for his crimes against our nations."