Chapter 71: The Vanguard's Anvil
Deep within the central spire of the city, the Bastion Command Center was bathed in the glow of emergency crimson lights.
The room was a massive, circular amphitheater filled with holographic projection tables.
Dozens of military tacticians frantically barked orders into their headsets, but the true authority in the room emanated from the two figures standing at the primary tactical board.
Lady Logcheville stood perfectly straight, her hands resting on the edge of the holotable.
Her face was an absolute mask of cold, calculating ice. She was the Tactical Commander of Bastion Seven.
She watched the millions of tiny red dots swarming across the digital map.
Standing right beside her was Lord Tokks, the Chief Scout of the Vanguard. He had both of his scarred hands pressed firmly against a massive, glowing sensory orb.
His eyes were closed, his breathing heavy as he extended his perception ten kilometers out into the Wildlands.
