Chapter 69: Surprise(vs. Alyssa)
"This is like trying to empty the ocean with a teaspoon," I announced to the empty Throne Room. Pixia, who had been alphabetizing a pile of newly acquired evil-looking scrolls, zipped over to my shoulder.
"My statistical models project a 94.2% probability of victory if we maintain the current strategy, my Lord," she squeaked, her voice a beacon of obnoxious optimism. "The attrition is working."
"The attrition is boring me to death, Pixia," I retorted, slumping deeper into my ridiculously uncomfortable throne. "And a bored Demon King is a Demon King who starts thinking about the gacha machine again. We can’t have that. It’s time to end this. It’s time for the final move."
I stood up, my long, dark coat swishing around my ankles. I felt very dramatic.
"She’s been reacting to our moves. Defending where we attack, pulling her forces back when we press too hard. She’s waiting for us to make a mistake."
I began to pace, the cold stone floor a welcome feeling under my boots.
"So, we’re not going to make a mistake. We’re going to make an opportunity. We’re going to give her exactly what she’s been waiting for. The perfect target."
I opened a direct mental link to all my commanders, my voice a cold wave of absolute authority.
"All units, listen up. The war of a thousand cuts is over. Prepare for the finishing blow."
A chorus of mental "Ayes, my Lord" echoed back.
"Isabelle, Chloe," I continued, my focus narrowing. "Your teams will launch a full-scale, coordinated assault on Sector 32. I want it to look like our final, desperate push. Be loud. Be flashy. Make a scene."