We didn't sleep. Not because of fear; because momentum is a tool.
The far side was quiet the next hour. Quiet is when you move.
"Global in the loop," Reika said, laying a palm on a crate. Her voice rang down the courtesy line. "South—air corridors if we call evacuation." A short acknowledgment in Marcus Viserion's clean baritone: "Standing by." "North—Windwards and Creightons, wind lanes around Tycho, keep the sky honest." Lucifer's reply, dry and awake: "Maps inbound. Deia and Seol-ah have the north routes." "West—Ashbluff logistics, relay and recovery." Jin's even tone: "Trucks and bones where you want them." "East—Mount Hua, Kagu, edge warders if something bodies in." Seraphina's elders answered in her calm cadence: "Edges are ours." "Central—Slatemark, mirror Tycho's clean wiring." Cecilia's mother sent a crisp: "Engineers ready." "Seven—baseline." Lyra's voice, steady and close despite distance: "We will hold an 'A' in your ear."
