Chapter 90: Foundations of Stone and Will
The first night after the opening of the Vault passed not in peace, but in a wary, purposeful hum. Sleep was a currency spent sparingly. Sentries changed shifts under the strange, constant twilight-glow from the mountain's maw. Ronan stalked the perimeter, his presence a blunt instrument of reassurance. Inside the Vault's entrance chamber, now designated as a forward command post, a different kind of watch was kept.
