The map room hummed with subdued energy as Vincent stood before an expansive table, an array of maps and reconnaissance images spread out across its surface. Brandt and the assembled intelligence officers surrounded him, their eyes trained on the markings that had been scrawled across the map in red and blue ink. The recent scan over the continent had revealed demon camps scattered across strategic areas, their positions vulnerable but defensible. Now was the time to strike.
Vincent's eyes narrowed as he studied the intelligence, his gaze flicking over each camp marked with an "X." He traced a line with his finger across the landscape, following the demon supply lines and identifying the weak points in their fragmented forces.