The projection above the central terrace had grown to twelve meters across.
Saffa had expanded it twice in the last few minutes, pulling more visual fidelity from the outer observation network as the battle intensified. The southwestern arc now occupied the entire display, rendered in detail sharp enough that individual warships could be made out, individual aerial formations tracked, individual energy patterns identified. The data feed cycled four times a second and updated faster than any human could read it.
Natalia stood at the console. Kayla beside her. Aryan on her other side, already taking notes on a separate slate that ran a parallel timeline of every significant event the projection captured.
