Morvran Voorhis

Nilfgaard was enjoying tremendous success at the front. This couldn't help but delight the soldiers. The morale of ordinary soldiers and officers noticeably rose with each victory. Morvran Voorhis was no exception. Victory after victory won by the Alba Division inspired him to work day and night, often forgetting to take breaks for sleep and food. Weeks passed at this pace, and now the general realized it wasn't the best idea. Morvran began to notice that when he read reports, he didn't understand the contents, that he sometimes wrote and spoke nonsense. This couldn't be allowed to continue. It was time to rest. In the meantime, he needed to work a little more. It seemed he hadn't seen the sun for a week. The general sat at his desk, nodding off into his notebook. There was a knock on the door—the soldier on duty.

"Comrade General, a certain citizen has arrived at the camp and says you were expecting him. Should I let him into the camp? "*

• The general's tired mind needed a minute to process the duty officer's words. Yes, he was indeed expecting a certain citizen. *

• "Let him in. And send him to my office . *"

• The soldier disappeared behind the door again. Morvran sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. He poured himself a glass of water and took a sip.