Chapter Twenty-Six
Jaxon could not remember when there had ever been a more urgent call for the senior officers of the Pale to meet. Even following the dreadful PPA, no matter how dire the situation had seemed, they were able to pride themselves on the strength and endurance of their structures. As for the piddling human ‘war’ that followed, really, as far as the citizens of the Pale were concerned, it was nothing more than a few scratches on Alpha Gate’s gleaming stonemetal, and a wisp of grease on the wind.
That was what they had thought.
In the past several days, service personnel, teshniks, and forecasters had been working ceaselessly, burning through any number of anti-fatigue boosts, to discover the true extent of the weakness running through the ground beneath the policosmos. The
