The war stopped looking like posturing within the first week, and John spent most of his mornings after that watching it unfold across a map Chuthulos kept updated in real time, pins shifting as fast as the ground itself changed hands.
"Dranvok's pushed twelve miles into Levetron's western border," Chuthulos reported. "Levetron's countering through the astral corridors instead of open ground. Neither side's winning outright yet. Both sides are bleeding."
"And Celestshade."
"Still grinding through Ebonveil's eastern holdings," Chuthulos said. "Slower than either of them expected. The Elder's court doesn't fight fair, and Celestshade's discovering that the hard way. Three of their forward commanders are already dead."
"Noxtheran."
