Kaelra remained silent for a long moment after Gerald finished explaining the rods. Her reptilian eyes moved from the floating formation back to the map of the Prime Territory before finally settling on Evelyn.
"I understand the strategy now," she said. "The Twelfth Soul Current is no longer the objective. It is the bait. These rods are the real weapon that allows us to kill Verilux."
Gerald coughed loudly.
"I prefer the term masterpiece, but yes."
Kaelra ignored him.
"My concern now is no longer whether the plan makes sense. It does." She leaned forward, resting both hands on the table. "My concern is the scale of the force required to make it happen. If we commit our strongest Saints to the expedition, the Dragon Clans will become exposed for the first time in thousands of years. How many Saints does Billion expect each race to contribute?"
The question immediately shifted everyone's attention toward me.
I remained seated for a few moments before answering.
