Selphira had listened to every report…
The Northern sector was stable. The officer reported a sudden, violent spike in mutant activity during the third week, but it had been swiftly contained with zero casualties.
The Northeast was quiet. In fact, it was agonizingly boring. The commanding officer delivered his logistics report with a droning, flat monotony, sounding exactly like a man who hadn't been forced to make a single, life-or-death tactical decision in the entire quarter.
Then came the East. There, the defensive rhythm had been fundamentally shattered. One of the new autonomous towers had been installed on their perimeter, and the local envoy seemed deeply, uncomfortably conflicted about it. He couldn't quite decide if the flawless, automated slaughter was actually a blessing, or if relying on the wooden monolith was actively making his frontline Tamers soft and out of practice.
