(Planet Satoru, Post-Conquest, Veyr's POV)
The battlefield had barely settled when Veyr stepped onto the command platform overlooking the central district, his gaze sweeping across the burning remnants of resistance as his mind shifted instantly toward consolidation.
"Move, move, we don't have all day," he barked, his voice carrying across the field as officers scrambled to execute his orders without hesitation, the urgency in his tone leaving no room for delay.
"Set up the defensive arrays immediately, I want layered coverage across every major sector before nightfall," he continued, as engineers and construction crew rushed to deploy pre-calibrated constructs across the continent.
"And listen carefully," Veyr added, his tone sharpening as he turned toward a cluster of Cult Lieutenants, his expression turning cold as he addressed them directly.
