Damon looked at the map one more time.
Then he moved back toward his group.
The briefing had taken less than fifteen minutes from start to finish. He found them where he had left them, their position preparations complete, Celeste having apparently reached a state of readiness that she found acceptable because she no longer looked unhappy.
He explained the assignment.
The eastern corridor. The splinter element. Grade Five and Six demons, no confirmed leadership, numbers unclear but estimated below the primary approach's density. Their task was containment — nothing past the corridor's mouth, nothing flanking the main formation through that angle.
"Secondary approach," Daveon said, reading the same implications Damon had.
"Yes."
"Support availability if it develops past Grade Five."
"Limited. We hold it ourselves unless it escalates significantly."
A brief silence.
"Easier than Leana's last test," Anaya said.
It was not a question.
"That's what she said," Damon replied.
