Another month passed.
The campaign in the West was nearing its end.
The cure had spread farther than any of them first dared to hope. Region after region had been pried loose from the grip of the Exchange Clasp.
Entire chains of dependency collapsed once the clasp was removed and the truth of the so-called miracle drugs stopped hiding behind intoxication and engineered need.
But even success had its own cruelty.
There were simply too many people.
The Liberators could free people now.
That part was no longer the problem.
Keeping up with the scale of freedom was.
Lucien stood in one of Lootwell's higher halls with reports spread before him and read the same truth wearing many different faces.
This region has been liberated, but the cure is insufficient for all infected districts.
This settlement has accepted intervention, but transport delays have caused relapse risks.
This local force has declared for the Liberators, but underground caches of the substance still remain.
