AISLYNThe second tremor is impossible to ignore.

It rolls through Redmoon like a held breath finally released, stone groaning, metal ringing faintly where weapons are lifted too quickly, claws scraping as wolves shift their weight. The mountain knows before we do.

“They’re here,” someone murmurs.

Elliot doesn’t slow as we enter the inner command chamber. The doors slam shut behind us, sealing out the noise only enough to sharpen it. The chamber is already crowded, commanders, sentries, ...