Arthur watched with cold satisfaction as the two hundred awakeners organised themselves into combat formations. James took command naturally, his mind working through coordination despite the hopeless situation.
"Ranged attackers in the back! Melee fighters form the vanguard! Support specialists maintain buffs and healing!" James's voice carried authority born from countless battles. "We coordinate everything—no individual heroics. Our only chance is an overwhelming, synchronised assault!"
The awakeners moved despite their terror. Lightning cracklers positioned themselves alongside fire mages and ice specialists. Earth manipulators created defensive barriers. Wind users prepared mobility enhancements. The coordination was impressive—these were America's elite, after all.
Charlotte watched from her position beside Arthur, staff held ready but not interfering. This was Arthur's moment, his justice to dispense.
