Ethan, satisfied with how thoroughly he'd stirred the group's fighting spirit, retracted his Soul Sense and expanded his awareness outward, sweeping a full twenty-five-kilometer radius. Nothing felt off—no movement, no presence that posed a threat.
"Uncle Jed, Dana, get up here. We're heading out," Ethan called, his voice sharp and commanding. "Julian, you stay with the Central Dominion Guard. Keep pushing forward. We'll go ahead as the vanguard. Once you arrive, just clean up the battlefield."
As Ethan finished speaking and prepared for Ormund to take off, Julian unexpectedly sprang up beside him.
"Bongo, lead the way!" he said.
Bongo stepped up without hesitation, turning her Cliffstrider and raising a hand. "Formation—charge!"
