Leon looked at her, calm and clear. "Not a mission. A warfront. We're going to breach the Obliette's shell and reclaim a rhythm zone they corrupted years ago. We call it Pulse Reclamation. We haven't attempted it since Echoia died."
Aris inhaled. "And now you will. Because of me."
"Because you reminded the Tower we can still write," Leon said. "Because your pulse shook a forgotten floor awake."
There was silence. Even the glyphs under their feet dimmed, as if bracing for what came next.
Milim landed beside them a second later, upside down and spinning once midair before landing lightly on her feet. "Did someone say war?" she asked with a wild grin.
Leon didn't turn. "Start prepping the Forge team. I want a loadout ready in four cycles. Roman, you'll handle tactical ink layers. Roselia will run outer seals. Liliana's in command of harmonic shields. Aris—"
He turned to her.
"—you'll be coming with me. To the breach itself."
Aris didn't hesitate. "Good."
