Steel clashed somewhere beyond the dome. A Void Creature shrieked and was cut down mid-sound.
Trafalgar did not look away from him.
He could not ignore an order that came from Elenara through Thaleon.
Lysandra already understood. Her expression had tightened the moment he spoke.
"We were assigned to hold this route," Trafalgar said evenly.
"I know," Thaleon replied at once. "You did well."
His gaze swept the field once, measuring spacing, numbers, pressure points.
"You were fortunate it was us who emerged from that corridor," he continued. "It could just as easily have been enemies."
Then his tone shifted, subtle but firm.
"We need to go back in."
The rain intensified briefly, drumming against the roots overhead.
"One of my familiars followed Valttair," Thaleon said. "Icarus spoke."
That drew Trafalgar's full attention.
