The morning mist burned off the battlements of Ouro, revealing the three strategic sectors that threatened to tear the city apart.
In the southern sky, the stolen sky heart pulsed with oppressive cerulean light, casting coercive glare across the municipal roofs.
To the north, the walking district heart stood parked within the foundry plaza, its twenty-three riding structures awaiting permanent seismic anchoring.
To the east, the Alder border highway lay severed behind the obsidian barrier, where Concord loyalist vanguards probed for unsealed crossings.
Hajin stood atop the central transit hub before the tactical projection map, his six celestial rings rotating in calm, focused synchronization.
Around him gathered the commanders of the three fronts: Juna with her solar spear, Loccy with her taped fists, Ferra with her calipers, and the crystal linked to Eirwen.
