Kyle tells his people to join the Grand Duchess's people for now and to support them as much as they can. His voice is calm, steady—but it leaves no room for argument.
Before Bruce or Melissa can ask if they can accompany him, Kyle shakes his head.
"No. You go with the soldiers. Take command."
He says firmly.
Melissa hesitates.
"But—"
Kyle turns to Bruce.
"Separate our forces. Integrate them into the Grand Duchess's platoons. Strengthen their defense. We can't afford to slack off—not even for a moment."
Bruce stiffens, but he nods.
"Understood."
Kyle's expression softens only slightly.
"Keep the morale high. Make sure no one panics."
Melissa bites her lip but says nothing more. She gives a reluctant nod.
Turning his attention to the Grand Duchess's second-in-command, Kyle addresses him directly.
"Where was she last seen?"
Varron wastes no time.
"She went northeast—chasing the divine general's mana signature. She said she'd stop the healing at the source."
