The debate erupted once more; voices clashed like swords:
"Total sanctions first..."
"...a decapitation strike on their command..."
"...let's blackmail their entire finance ministry..."
Amidst the chaos, Dravik remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on the holograms flickering before him.
When he finally spoke, his voice barely rose above a whisper, but it sliced through the noise like a scalpel. "All three."
The room froze in disbelief.
Arthur raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Explain."
Dravik stood tall, casting a long shadow across the war table. "Ethan destabilizes their currency. Petrovna recruits their politicians. And Orlov..."
He met the general's steely gaze directly. "...prepares our forces for action. We strike them from every angle atonce."
A slow smile unfurled across Arthur's face,a glimmer of intrigue lighting up his features. "Interesting."
