Diana was visibly tense, her eyes fixed on Strax as he observed her, silent, his posture still and impassive. She took a deep breath before she began to explain, knowing he wouldn't have the patience for any small talk.
"A convoy is approaching," she said, her voice deep. "About ninety people, all Rank King, with a Rank Emperor general. They're coming our way."
Strax didn't move, but his gaze narrowed, the muscles in his body tensing, ready to react. He didn't say anything, but the silence that followed carried a heavy expectation. Diana continued, her eyes now searching for something on his face, as if trying to gauge his reaction.
"The general's name is Barak," she explained quickly. "He's an unbeatable strategist, and his army... is not something we can take lightly. They're known for their cruelty in battle, and Barak has the reputation of being relentless."
