The story is set in an alternate universe, where magic prevails.
A man breathes heavily, muttering inaudible words while hunched over a spellbook. This person is a castle mage, tasked with determining the amount of MoW (Man of War) an enemy has. If he doesn't, he'll lose his head, like many others before him. Or else why would they be left with only a third-tier seer? With his lack of ability to control his Sight, he can only access whatever information his grimoire gives him. Yet it has proven always to be sufficient.
And the grimoire starts speaking.
"Four in the front."
"Four in the back."
A longer pause. But the man knows that there's more.
"Four on the Left."
"Four on the Right."
"Four in the Center, and Four Outside."
It shivers and is silent.
How many MoWs is the enemy sending?