The strategy meeting dragged on. The emissaries of the great clans seemed to be well aware of the situation on the infected continent — in fact, they seemed to have a clearer picture of what was going on than even Sunny did — but their understanding of the nuances of the Antarctica campaign was purely theoretical in nature.
Only Sky Tide and Dire Fang possessed practical knowledge of what it meant to fight against the land that was slowly being devoured by a tide of nightmares. The others were going to have to catch up, fast.
Still, they were not inexperienced people. Whispering Blade especially was a veteran of many wars — he had led the Knights of Valor into plenty of untamed regions of the Dream Realm, spending years in lengthy and harrowing campaigns of subjugation to expand the borders of human territory in that inhospitable world.
From that perspective, it was easy to understand why Anvil had chosen his brother to helm the conquest of the Tomb of Ariel.
