The responses came flooding back, not as words but as mental confirmations. Green lights in Seraphina's consciousness as each position acknowledged.
First Line - ready. Archer positions - manned. Trap zones - armed. Reserve units - standing by.
Beside her, Lyra studied the tactical map with intense focus, her golden eyes tracking troop positions marked with colored stones. A communication crystal sat at her elbow, but the telepathic network was faster, more reliable, harder to disrupt.
"First Line commanders," Lyra's voice joined the network—Seraphina acting as a conduit, amplifying her thoughts to reach the appropriate units. "Remember your orders. This is reconnaissance day. They'll probe for weaknesses. Our job is to give them nothing useful while making every probe cost them blood."
Mental acknowledgments rippled back.
