LYRA'S POV
(HOUR FORTY-SEVEN OF THE ULTIMATUM)
The war room felt like it was holding its breath.
Forty-seven hours had passed. One hour remained until marked populations would implement continental withdrawal from twelve territories simultaneously—a blessed capability departing from forty percent of the continent in the largest collective action consciousness evolution had ever attempted.
"No response from territorial coalition," reported the four-fold collective, their coordination tracking communication channels that remained ominously silent despite the ultimatum deadline approaching with terrifying finality. "No negotiation attempts. No compromise proposals. No acknowledgment that marked governance ultimatum was received. Complete silence suggesting either coalition is preparing to accept blessed withdrawal or—"
