The decision was finalized as the sun hit the apex of the Spire. We wouldn't leave a single soul behind who wanted to go. We wouldn't make the choice based on bloodlines or genes. We would offer the "Exodus" to the entire world—wolf, human, and reclaimed alike.
"We are opening the Gate at dawn tomorrow," I announced, my voice being broadcast through the three-node network to every radio, screen, and neural link on the planet. "The Northern Spire, the Red Wasteland Pyramid, and the Vane Central Spire will become portals. If you want to see a world where the sky doesn't burn, you have to be at those coordinates by sunrise. This is not a command. It is a door. If you stay, you stay on a world that will never know the silver light again. Choose carefully."
The response was a chaotic, beaut
