The second cult signal failed to become a second wave.
Nyxara's watch-line charms began to fail one on her belt, and Vespera's den-mark burned cold before cracking its face. Sable touched the gallery rights seal at her wrist, watching the script turn contested black.
"They hit our holdings without finishing the body fight. Coward efficient."
Vespera crushed the broken den-mark in her fist. "My people will scatter or die if I go back alone. The cult marked the den as helper ground."
Sable's expression barely changed, and somehow that made it worse. "Gallery binders who shelter continuity seed lose rights fast. My span is no longer mine in clean law."
Hermes looked between them. "So helping us cost you home."
"Yes." Vespera frowned. "And leaving you now will not buy those homes back. It will only make the next erasure team's work easier."
Poseidon planted the trident and exhaled. "So we all burn on the same floor."
Athena wasted no time with comfort. "Options. Fast."
