"Alright, listen up!" Sheila snapped, slicing clean through the noise with her voice. "We're splitting into three main units. We have no idea where the demons will strike, so we need eyes and steel on all fronts."
The air stiffened, all attention locked on her.
"The western front covers the mountains," she continued. "It's the clearest route for a large-scale assault."
She pointed firmly at Liam, Asher, and Lucian. "You three command it. Take thirty-seven of our strongest with you."
Asher cracked his knuckles, flashing a cocky grin. "About time. Thought blondie was gonna hoard all the command."
Lucian remained silent, just nodding, arms folded like stone.
Sheila pressed on. "South front—Max, Charlotte, Logan—you'll take twenty-two."
Max shot her a thumbs-up, cool as ever, while Charlotte's golden eyes gleamed like a predator on the hunt.
