Twelve hours later.
The unnamed planet had become a chessboard.
Legion 52 was split cleanly into two forces.
The first half, nearly eighty thousand strong, remained in the same location they had camped for days. A wide, open plain now cleared of structures—no shields, no barriers, no visible defense mechanisms. Just tents, bare dirt, and soldiers in loose formations.
To an outsider, it looked abandoned. Exposed.
A perfect target to even strike.
On the opposite side of the planet, 9,000 kilometers away, where night still cloaked the terrain, was the second half of the army. The camp was a fortress.
Layered seals shimmered like faint ripples in the air. A barrier hummed like a restrained beast. At every point, mages stood guard, maintaining the perimeter.
