Instead of taking Das to any resting tent, Leela brought him to the meeting place where a large size tent stood for hundreds of meters. More than a hundred of commanders and family men gathered under the tent for a serious discussion.
Leela's grip on Das's hand is firm as they breached the perimeter of the vast tent, its canvas walls stretching hundreds of meters in every direction.
Inside, the air buzzed with the intensity of the gathered assembly. It is an eclectic mix of the Farus family's elite, their homegrown warriors raised from childhood on tales of honor and the power of their family heirloom, alongside hardened commanders from distant lands and the shadowy figures allied for war.