The summons has stopped. The shades slowly return to their silent paths around the sealed patch, while the blackened grass lies quiet beneath Hades’ golden ward.
Cerberus remains spread across the meadow’s edge, his three heads tracking the drifting souls and the distant boundaries. Hades stays beside you, gaze fixed on the sealed ground.
Hades
The mark is quiet, but Eudora’s network is not. Every boundary we guard here may leave another exposed elsewhere.
Hades studies the sealed patch, then the long meadow beyond it. His composure holds, but the cost of dividing his strength shows in the stillness of his posture.
Hades
I can reinforce this boundary and trust the others to endure, or keep moving and risk another listening mark taking root. Neither choice protects the whole kingdom.
Hades
You have seen how her routes behave from within. Help me shape the next defense, Ares. Where should we place strength, and where can we afford to watch?
Cerberus gives a low, watchful rumble as the meadow settles around you. Hades waits without directing your answer, leaving the next defense in your hands.