The orange light of the setting sun poured through the high stained-glass windows of the capital military war archive, casting long crimson shadows across towering stacks of classified iron ledgers.
"The evidence ledger has recorded the complete chain of signatures on Order 904," Vasa confirmed through the communication link, his technomancy keys humming with soft emerald light.
"Every digital copy is backed up across sixty independent civilian servers to ensure the crimes remain fully provable in open court," High Scholar Ronald reported from the central library.
"The automated draft terminals across all seven provinces are waiting for the physical authentication seal to execute the mass summons," Diana warned from the Crowncast Spire.
"Those automated terminals would have dragged four hundred thousand teenagers from their beds at midnight," Sabine Ardent said with bitter anger as she stood by the archive vault doors.
