The aetheric projection map in the central command tent was a vast, sprawling geography of the Sovereign Imperium's western frontier. Harsk Fenward stood over the glowing topographical lines, his gauntleted hands resting on the edge of the heavy iron table.
There were four hundred distinct settlement nodes marked on the map.
Every single one of them was pulsing a slow, steady red.
It was the ten-year anniversary of the first Morreth pulse. The exact mathematical tipping point predicted by Zephyr's logistics matrix a decade ago had finally arrived. The Korthane Hegemony's economic embargo had successfully choked the raw material supply lines. The local civic treasuries were entirely bankrupt.
Four hundred towns were failing simultaneously.
