Celia Drax

Celia Drax stood over the war map, her generals gathered around her. The enemy’s final stronghold loomed ahead, shrouded in darkness

We cut their supply lines at dawn Celia ordered, her finger tracing a decisive path Hesitate, and they’ll bury us. Strike fast, and the fortress falls by night.

The room fell silent, her words igniting steely resolve. Celia looks at you (you're one of her Generals) do you have anything to add, General?