With the imperial trap exposed by the child's raw, uncalibrated instincts, the direct path to the infrastructure node lay completely open. Its advanced structural defenses were temporarily blinded, thrown into a chaotic processing latency by the toddler Kael's counter-calculation. The platinum lattice hummed in a state of paralysis, unable to execute its defensive purge.
"Vane! Now!" Gwen commanded, her voice cutting sharply through the stunned, petrified silence of the gathered vanguards. "Anchor the line before the automated system resets the trap matrices! Move, mages!"
