"Silence," Alvian commanded, his voice slicing through the panic like a blade.
The room instantly quieted. Every eye turned to the Godslayer.
"We have less than twelve hours," Alvian announced, walking to the head of the table. "The Syndicate's gravitational tether is powered by a network of five Beacons. They are linked. If we destroy one, the others will compensate. We cannot take them out sequentially."
"So we hit them all at once," Kincaid grunted from the corner, hefting his massive warhammer. The mercenary warlord looked eager for violence. "I like a good multi-front raid."
"Exactly," Seraphina said, tapping her console. The globe on the table fragmented, zooming in on five distinct red pillars of light. "The command hub in Paris is down. That leaves four active nodes. Siberia. The Sahara Desert. The Amazon Rainforest. And the primary anchor, located in the Marianas Trench."
