Lucien opened every allied channel in the Middle Continent.
His voice spread through war, exhaustion, blood, smoke, moonlight, shadows, and broken roads.
"All fronts, hold your lines. Do not chase retreating Keepers into inner routes. Protect the wounded. Protect the dead. The enemy has abandoned the outer array."
A pause crossed the channels.
Then Lucien continued.
"They are feeding one chamber."
The map expanded behind him.
Everyone connected to the channel saw the same point.
One place where the remaining rhythm of the intercontinental array bent inward.
Lucien's voice became quieter.
That made everyone listen harder.
"This is the final battlefield of this arc."
Across continent, the allies understood.
The war had been wide.
Now it had become deep.
Lucien looked at the map.
His hand closed.
"Prepare."
Deadman stood at the edge of the Shrine and watched the same marker.
The Reincarnation Disc turned between them.
