Orion's army…
The more 'reliable' half had entrenched itself close to the castle using the reinforced stone wall formations, they had losses that Orion had already estimated from what he could observe and that fell within the margins he'd calculated for this phase.
Acceptable numbers, given what they'd accomplished.
The other half… The portion that had chosen the least convenient possible moment to develop independent opinions, had broken formation and was now fighting alongside an army that should not have arrived yet. Their techniques were directed against a section of the flow of mutants that was moving with more autonomy than Orion had been actively directing.
He noticed that last part just now.
He pulled his attention to the crystals that were currently serving as the anchors for his barrier and checked the control of the corrupted beasts out of habit.
The flow was present. The connection was there, responsive, functioning.
