Jessica's healer voice joined in, exhausted but determined. "Medical stations are overwhelmed. Thirty-two wounded means we're running through supplies faster than expected. At this rate, we have three more days of medical capacity."
"Loki's Extra reinforcements arrive in three days," Lyra calculated. "The margins are getting tighter."
"Then we make them hold," Seraphina said firmly. "Today we proved Second Line can survive a major assault. That'll make Elric cautious. He'll probe more carefully tomorrow, maybe give us a day to recover."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then we adapt. Again. That's what survival looks like—constant adaptation to impossible circumstances."
Lyra nodded slowly, accepting the demon lord's assessment. "All commanders—get your wounded to medical stations, redistribute surviving fighters to cover gaps, and prepare for tomorrow. Elric's learned his lesson about frontal assaults. He'll try something different next. We need to be ready."
