The underground broadcast bay beneath the central command tower hummed with quiet electrical tension as the engineering crew calibrated three hovering mana drones.
"Audio sync verified across all twelve municipal civilian bands," Diana reported, tapping the transparent terminal with rapid keystrokes.
"The government broadcast relays cannot override our ghost frequency without shutting down their own emergency grid."
Nox checked the balance of his twin shadow daggers, adjusting the dark vambraces along both forearms.
"We broadcast each strike, the mana cost, and all item drops directly to the public screen," the young commander instructed.
"Let the entire metropolitan population see the exact mathematics behind a clean dungeon clearance."
"Our shield line is fully prepared at the entrance threshold," Kendra declared, resting the rim of her vanguard buckler against her chest plate.
"The Frost Gargoyles in the lower catacombs will not push past our front rank by a single inch!"
