Sanctuary - Central Command Hall, Evening
The command hall had evolved from hastily organized meeting space into genuine war room over the months since The Order's raid. Maps covered every available surface—wall-mounted parchments showing regional geography, table displays with hand-carved wooden markers representing troop positions, detailed architectural diagrams of target structures pinned to boards. The air smelled of lamp oil, parchment, and the collective tension of people preparing for violence that would determine whether their cause survived or died.
