"We've pushed further than we ever have," he said at last. His voice was steady, but there was something raw beneath it. "The second layer is collapsing. Their formations are breaking. Even their counteroffensives lack coordination now."
I nodded. "They lost their anchor."
His gaze finally shifted to me. "And the reinforcements?"
I knew what he meant. "Two Eternals came through portals near the tower," I replied. "Both were destroyed. I shattered the portals after that. There won't be more coming through this rift."
Saleos's eyes narrowed slightly. "So that's why the pressure changed," he murmured. "I felt it. Like something snapped."
"It did," I said simply.
For a moment, he studied my face, as if weighing whether to ask more. Then he looked back toward the rift, fists slowly tightening at his sides.
"How do we end this?" he asked.
Not how do we win. How do we end it.
I turned my full attention to him. "You tell me. You've been fighting here longer than anyone."
