The war room had outgrown its table.
Five months ago, the Chapel's back chamber had held Krug, Zephyr's presence, and a single map pinned to the wall. Decisions were fast, binary, and made by two voices. Now the table seated nine, and the maps covered three walls, and decisions required the kind of structured discussion that Zephyr recognized as the first symptom of institutional complexity.
Krug sat at the head. Not because of hierarchy — the Voice held hierarchy — but because Krug was the one who translated divine will into mortal action, and translation required a face.
