Strax did not wait for the discussion to end.
The instant Monica confirmed that the Northern barriers had received the warning, he was already walking out of the containment chamber. There was no shout, no explosion of aura, no dramatic promise capable of cracking walls. There was something worse. There was silence. That precise silence of a dragon who understood where the enemy had tried to touch and decided the world would have a few seconds to get out of the way.
Samira followed him without asking.
Frieren came right behind, carrying a box of talismans, vials, and runic chains as if she had just walked out of a laboratory on fire and decided that was an acceptable routine. Ouroboros walked beside her, pale but steady. Monica remained in the chamber only long enough to issue three more orders through the communication crystals.
