The crystalline chamber of the Diva high command was utterly silent. Luminar stood before the central comms array, a sphere of pure light that could connect to every corner of the known universe. The faces of the other Triad members were grim holograms beside him.
He took a breath, a gesture more for form than necessity. Then he sent the signal.
It was not a request. It was a clarion call. A priority-one override that sliced through all other communications, all diplomacy, all war. It reached the bridge of every Diva flagship, the command dens of every Ashura war-clan, the silent minds of the Psion collective, the core processors of the Mechanist, and the swirling consciousness of the Xylos. It went to mercenary guilds, to independent systems, to every species that had ever signed the Galactic Accords. For the first time in millennia, every major power in the universe was listening to a single voice.
