"HOLD THE WALLS!"
Anderson's voice carried across the central plaza, and the meaning behind those words spread through both armies faster than any messenger ever could.
The defense of Dravos was no longer Cassian's.
The lieutenant general had taken command.
The two city lords accepted the transition without objection—Cassian with visible relief in his eyes, Verrin with a soldier's nod—and within seconds new orders began spreading across the battlefield.
Every Magus-realm fighter was to fall back from the front line. Their cultivation alone could no longer burn the mist from their veins, and feeding more of them into the haze was feeding the swarm, fresh hosts. Instead, they were redirected toward Arctus and the formation corps.
