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Faulted Sightlines
Lord Valeheart did not leave the chamber immediately.Instead, he turned—slowly—and his gaze settled on the analyst tier with deliberate precision, as though he were measuring weight rather than faces.“Remain,” he said.The word carried no volume.It did not need to.Every analyst straightened at once, discipline overriding instinct. No one spoke. No one shifted. The air itself seemed to tighten.Lucien Cross stood among them, posture immaculate, expression unreadable, hands folded behind his back like a man long accustomed to judgment. Above and slightly before him, the projection of his report still hovered—dense layers of calculation, spatial modeling, pressure variance mapping. It was flawless in structure.And catastrophically incomplete.Valeheart lifted one hand.The projection expanded.“This,” Valeheart said calmly, “is the analytical output of Planet Arken’s military intelligence.”No accusation followed.No condemnation.Just fact.“You traced correlation,” Valeheart conti
That Is My Technique
The chamber remained frozen after Valeheart’s arrival.Not because of authority alone—but because the man did not speak like someone defending a student.He spoke like someone correcting a fundamental mistake.“You are all looking at the wrong cause,” Valeheart said calmly.With a single motion of his hand, the air before him folded inward.Light condensed.A projection formed—not technological, but arcane. Layers of data unfurled in translucent planes, overlapping spatial readings, essence spectrums, pressure signatures, and resonance trails extracted directly from the Outer Defense logs.The room leaned in without realizing it.“This,” Valeheart said, tapping one layer with his finger, “is the bait.”The projection zoomed.What appeared was not Golden Blade energy.It was darker. Thicker. A substance-like essence that pulsed irregularly, carrying an ancient weight that pressed against perception rather than flaring outward.“This substance does not originate from Planet Arken,” Val
A Variable Too Visible
Ronan Crowne did not wake when they carried him away.His body was lifted from the field on a stabilized grav-frame, Golden Blade energy fully suppressed, channels sealed beneath emergency medical protocols layered one after another. The scorched ground where he had stood—where pressure, instinct, and will had converged into something almost suicidal—was already being erased by automated drones. Ash dispersed. Cracks smoothed. Scars erased.But the absence he left behind felt heavier than the damage ever had.The convoy moved fast.No sirens. No spectacle. Just efficiency sharpened by urgency.Outer Defense medical units rerouted him immediately into a military-grade infirmary—white walls, muted lighting calibrated to reduce neural agitation, containment fields humming with low, constant resonance. Diagnostic lattices unfolded around his body like translucent ribs, mapping channels, circulation, and neural load.His vitals stabilized quickly.Too quickly.Every channel read near-colla
The Cost of Holding the Line
“Seal the lattice!”The command tore through every channel at once.At the Outer Defense Command, Captain Hale slammed his palm against the console, eyes locked onto the collapsing window of time.“Crowne, move!” Hale barked into the open channel. “All long-range units—cover him! Clear the path!”Orders cascaded instantly.From the perimeter towers, rail cannons and long-range pulse rifles roared to life. Brilliant streaks of compressed force tore across the unsafe zone, slamming into lesser beasts that surged forward, drawn by the blinding cadence of the Golden Blade.Several fell.Several more replaced them.“There are too many!” an operator shouted. “The unsafe zone is swarming—fire is slowing them but not stopping them!”“Doesn’t matter,” Hale snapped. “Buy him seconds. That’s all he needs!”On the ground, Ronan could feel it—the pressure shifting as distant fire carved narrow gaps through the chaos ahead. Not enough to secure the field. Not enough to make it safe.But enough to r
Beyond the Line
The decision did not echo with ceremony.Ronan Crowne left the grounds of House Crowne under a sky already bending with pressure, the distant air trembling faintly as if the land itself sensed what was coming. The outer lights of Thalara dimmed behind him—not by command, but by instinct, as civilian grids rerouted power inward.Garrick Crowne walked at his left.Magnus Crowne at his right.Behind them, the fighters of House Crowne moved in disciplined silence—no banners, no proclamations. This was not a march meant to be seen. It was a path meant to be carved.“Once we cross the outer line,” Garrick said calmly, eyes forward, “there is no military command that can pull us back.”Ronan nodded. “I know.”Magnus glanced toward the distant horizon, where pressure warped the night into a low, distorted haze.“We clear what follows you,” he said. “You do not slow down. You do not turn back.”“I won’t,” Ronan replied.The moment they stepped beyond the final defensive marker, the difference
The Decoy
The command post near Thalara’s outer boundary was no longer tense.It was frantic.“How long until reinforcement arrives?” someone shouted.A voice answered immediately, too fast, too sharp.“Eight minutes minimum!”“Eight minutes?!” another snapped. “The beast will reach the inner city in five!”On the projection, the dominion-class beast was already pushing past the last rural buffer. Its massive silhouette warped the pressure field ahead of it, steps slow but unstoppable. The defensive grid tried to compensate—failed—recalculated—failed again.The system had already lost the race.“This isn’t possible,” an officer said hoarsely. “That zone was classified stable!”“Stable doesn’t matter anymore,” another replied. “It’s already inside trajectory!”Ronan Crowne stepped forward.“I can pull it away.”The words cut through the chaos—not loudly, but cleanly.Several heads snapped toward him.“Pull it away?” someone repeated, incredulous.“You mean you lure it?”“That’s insanity,” anothe
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