The scouts were only the first teeth.
By the time the nine and their Threshold allies cleared the gray court, the erasure cult had already shoved a breach line through the outer terraces. Pale armor, etched with termination script, swept in like paid for a route into Ashen Threshold and intended to recoup the cost. No capture teams. No claim talk. Blades and ending law from the first contact.
"They brought a real kill company," Vespera said.
Nyxara's seals flared along her spear. "Then we make the terraces expensive."
