"FIGHT!"
His voice echoed through the broken halls, out into the scorched plazas, the shattered temples, the strangled gardens of Thornveil.
The word rang out like a prayer and a war cry.
Like an answer.
Chains rattled. Eyes opened.
And across the Capital, thousands stirred.
In the broken barracks, Dharma Manifestation warriors twitched, their bodies aching from toxins and control seals—but their minds… awakened.
In the fruit-bleeding fields, where Ethereal Physiology workers labored beneath the sneers of Ancient Ones, blood began to rush faster in their veins. Fingers clenched into fists. Vines responded to their will.
Even the corrupted Overseers of the Thornveil Watchtowers that were half-dead, half-souled…trembled as old memories flickered and bloomed in the rising roar of their King.
In the Garden Hall, Velmira of the Thirteenth Root recoiled, golden silks flaring like tendrils of flame.
"You dare?"
