"They won't need to," Sylvana said as she adjusted her stance, one hand brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Each army will carry a spell anchor. Once objectives are met and the region is secured, the anchors will link, creating a teleportation web. If one spearhead needs to reinforce another—they can. But only once control is established."
Serina Windwhisper's brows rose, her sharp gaze darting to the map as she leaned forward, fingers twitching as if eager to trace the glowing nodes. "A web of instant reinforcement…"
"And it grows with every victory," Arkanos said, his voice rising slightly, his hand clenching into a fist for emphasis. "We take their land and make it ours in both soil and spell."
Lord Gladius Virellian frowned, his thick fingers curling into fists, barely containing his eagerness. "The airships remain our greatest threat. If they concentrate them—"
