For several breaths, the northern battlefield remained silent.
The valley that had been overflowing with Black Mass monsters only moments earlier was now covered in scorched earth and fading miasma. Above it, the remnants of Lucien's Creation spears dissolved into light while the surviving forces stared at the enormous gap he had carved through the enemy advance.
Then the silence broke.
The commanders moved first.
Orders raced through the regional communication network before the surviving Black Mass forces could recover. Reserves that had been waiting behind the northern line surged forward, while formation specialists rushed to restore the positions that had nearly collapsed. Automatons advanced into the devastated valley and established another defensive line before the drifting miasma had even cleared.
The people followed.
There was amazement, of course. Too many had seen what the Covenant Disc had just done for there not to be.
But they did not stand there staring.
