Battlefield Bonds: The Warrior’s Burden of Command

The night was shrouded in darkness, broken only by the flickering flames of their campfire. The warrior sat cross-legged by the fire, his eyes fixed on the dancing flames. Around him, his companions huddled, their faces etched with the weariness of a day’s battle.

One of them, a grizzled veteran, spoke up, breaking the silence that had settled over the group. “Warrior,” he said, his voice gravelly with age and experience, “What’s our plan for tomorrow’s battle?”

The warrior looked up, his ...