The golden, immaculate silence of the Eternal Forge was broken by a single, encrypted aetheric pulse.
Zephyr, seated upon the throne of the Sovereign Imperium, opened his eyes. He raised a hand, catching the prayer-link transmitted directly from the Grand Ordinator in Ashenveil.
The data packet unfurled across Zephyr's consciousness. It was not a prayer for rain. It was not a plea for a bountiful harvest. It was a mathematical projection, compiled by the Alpha-Prime intelligence network, detailing the absolute, irreversible ideological collapse of the eastern grid.
Recommendation: Cauterize the compromised sectors. Total demographic extermination.Projected casualties: 4,012,305.
Zephyr's divine architecture processed the number instantly.
He did not visualize four million human faces. He did not imagine the terror of the families, the burning of the Rootist work-camps, or the rivers of blood that would inevitably flow into the eastern sea.
He visualized the continent.
