Chapter 244: What the Map Shows
It was day eight of forty-three.
The city of Bastion Seven was enduring.
Outside the primary Vanguard distribution center, Sella picked up a piece of white chalk. She wiped away a seven on the heavy slate board. She wrote an eight in its place.
Down in the outer fields, Lyra Voltaire knelt in the dark mud, testing the runic mana density of the seeded ground. In the industrial sector, Cole Rust swung his heavy hammer, forging his eighteenth Star-Iron cradle.
The survival machine was running.
Draven stood in the underground Meditatory Chambers beneath the villa. He had not slept. He activated his interface, running his morning sweep of the continent.
[The Omniscient Cartographer's World Map]
A massive, glowing blue map expanded across the dark stone room.
Draven scanned the immediate perimeter of Bastion Seven. The borders were quiet. The Capital blockade fleet remained anchored in the distant southern waters.
