Loccy's shoulders buckled under a fresh downward load as the royal array abandoned the outer districts for the palace foundation.
The royal array retreated entirely from the outer districts, collapsing inward like a dying star to concentrate around the palace foundation.
Every ounce of released atmospheric pressure surged downward, striking the western palace wing with terrifying physical mass.
"What is the final headcount in the archive?" Hajin asked, his three active rings humming softly against his collarbone.
"Zero citizens remain inside the carried section," Eirwen reported from the courtyard, checking her parchment roll.
"All six support workers reached the western shelter two minutes ago," the archer added with quiet certainty.
Ferra adjusted the massive clamps of her six-fixture cradle, checking the load distribution across the reinforced bedrock.
"Lower it by fractions!" the smith shouted, her eyes fixed on the glowing stress points along the stone beams.
