Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Arturo arrived from the south with the army that couldn’t move at Zhao’s pace, plus some reinforcements he had been gathering by messages since the situation started shifting. He came fast but without unnecessary urgency, at the methodical pace Julius associated with his middle brother when he had been managing something complicated for a long time and had been managing it well despite how it observed from the outside. Jaw set and eyes clear. The specific composure of an Arturo who had already spent everything that could be spent on emotion and was now operating purely on the remaining structure underneath it.

He positioned himself beside Julius and read the flow in two seconds.

“The southern wall army is compressing the defensive perimeter,” he said. “Here?”

“Here’s where I need you.”

Nothing else passed between the two brothers, because nothing else was necessary for the immediate function. The words that weren’t said were words both of them already knew.

What followed was work.

Not the kind with large moments or decisive exchanges that could be described in a sentence. But the kind made entirely of small correct decisions executed consistently, one after another, without interruption and without acknowledgment. Arturo and Julius coordinating the barrier, trading pressure back and forth as reserves demanded. Zhao and his group covering the flanks, keeping the edges from folding inward. Selphira directing from a position that acknowledged her current limits without pretending they didn’t exist, placing herself where her experience and her read of the flow were the contribution, not her output. Healers rotating between the people who needed it most.

The rotation held. Not perfectly… Functionally, which in this context was the only kind that mattered.

 ♢♢♢♢

Orion’s dissenting army and the portion of the southern wall force that had joined them pushed north after being driven back by the mutants.

A second large contingent of soldiers who had been holding the south abandoned their section of the wall entirely to establish a new line much further inside city territory. The defensive perimeter contracted, leaving the majority of the Goldcrest zone outside its coverage. It was territory that would need work afterward, reclamation, damage assessment, the slow process of taking back what had been ceded again, but it was territory without enough civilian presence now for the decision to carry a cost in lives that couldn’t be afforded. The evacuation had been effective when it mattered.

The new perimeter was a little over two thirds of the original. Two thirds was sustainable with what they had. The original size hadn’t been.

Julius verified it, adjusted the weak points, and looked west.

The real problem had reached in the form of information, which was how the hardest problems always arrived, not as something you could hit, but as something you had to hold in your mind and keep turning over until the shape of it became clear enough to act on.

 Orion had been moving his pieces while they were moving theirs.

Two armies. One coming from the north, one from the south, both converging toward the western side of the city with the coordination of forces that had a meeting point already agreed upon and were approaching it on schedule. Not a reaction to what had happened with the artifact Orion didn’t even know had moved. But still a plan that had been in motion even before the artifact situation was resolved, timed to arrive at exactly the moment when whatever the mutants’ flow had cost them would be most visible.

 Orion hadn’t waited to see how things turned out.

Either he hadn’t expected the crisis to resolve, or he had calculated exactly this: that the crisis would exhaust what it needed to exhaust, and that when the metal was hottest he would be the one to strike the hardest.

He hadn’t stopped pressing at any point.

Julius looked at the mutant flow that still required active attention at the perimeter. Looked at Selphira, who was not in combat condition and was not going to admit that until she absolutely had to. Looked at Victor, unconscious, being assessed by the best medical staff available. At Arturo, who had arrived from his own front with what he had left just after hours of his own fight.

He ran the inventory of what was available against the two now merged armies.

The inventory was not satisfying.

“Arturo.” His brother looked up. “The two of us are the only ones who can stop this.”

Arturo looked at him with the expression he had when he wanted to argue and had already recognized that the argument was over before it started, the resignation of someone who does the math himself and arrives at the same answer and doesn’t like it any better for having confirmed it independently.

“Understood,” he said, and his jaw tightened a fraction more.

Julius was already looking west, calculating how long they had before the convergence stopped being a projection and became a fact.

It wasn’t much.

 ♢♢♢♢

 Orion’s message arrived on paper.

Not an accident. Julius knew that the moment he retained it, because Orion was the kind of person who calibrated every detail of a presentation to communicate exactly what he wanted communicated before anyone had scanned a single word. The paper was high quality. The handwriting was clear and unhurried, the script of someone who had written it without time pressure. The seal was correct, the right impression, cleanly applied, really nothing rushed about it.

 Everything in it was designed to say: I have time, I have control, and this exchange is a formality between parties who have already reached their conclusions.

Julius read it once. Then he read it again more slowly, because some things deserved the effort of verifying them.

 The demands were close to what Orion had laid out for Selphira on the way to taking her underground.

 Complete jurisdiction over Luna Starweaver and the territories tied to her lineage. Rights over the third gate beneath the castle and any installation that Starweaver genetics could activate. Unsupervised access to the resources of the secondary vault. And the clause Julius read three times because he needed those three readings to be sure he understood the full scope of it: independent management of the most important installations, with no accountability to any existing authority.

Julius crumpled the paper.