Lilith stared at him, a chill running down her spine. "You essentially have eleven additional bodies moving through the island right now."
"Eleven ways to kill."
"With approximately one fifth of my full physical capability each," Rex added, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. "More than enough for the categorization work."
"More than enough to issue the consolidation instructions and sweep the population."
"They are the harvesters."
"And the flagged engagements?" Lilith asked, her voice dropping an octave. "The ones in the central districts?"
"Where the density is high and the power tiers are... significant?"
Rex finally pulled his fists from the earth, standing tall as the Earthen Authority receded from a roaring tempest back into a silent, watchful hum. He looked down at her, his expression settling into a mask of cold, absolute dominance.
