My perception spread outward, covering the entire Eternal-controlled asteroid platform in one sweep. The structure of the tower unfolded before me layer by layer, its core exposed clearly. I saw the flow of energy within it, the frantic adjustments being made as the damage propagated inward.
I also saw my summons at work.
Knight moved like a living absence, tearing through phantoms with ruthless efficiency. What had once been coordinated units were now fragments, unraveling faster than they could regroup. The abominations had already stopped mattering. They were casualties by default now, crushed, burned, or erased in passing rather than fought deliberately.
The Feran army had stalled.
The Eternal forces that had been pressing them moments ago were breaking formation, abandoning the front entirely as they rushed back toward their base. Defense had replaced offense. Survival had replaced control.
