The War Room of the Citadel was humming with a vitality that felt almost predatory. Every holographic display was crisp, every terminal was responsive, and the ambient temperature was a steady, comfortable 72 degrees. The mountain was no longer a cold, dying relic; it was a fully optimized High-Performance Cluster.I stood over the tactical table, my eyes tracking the logistical flow of supplies, ammunition, and troop rotations. Beside me, Caleb was running a packet-sniffing routine on the external perimeter sensors."The Alliance has pulled back to the five-mile mark," Caleb reported, his voice tight with a mixture of relief and lingering paranoia. "They’re holding position. No aggressive pings, no scouting drones. It’s too quiet, Xander. It feels like they’re waiting for a Timed Event to trigger.""They're waiting for the atmosphere to settle," I growled, my hands planted firmly on the edge of the glass table. "The Global Wipe has ionized the air. Their long-range ballistics are usel
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