Ventara — Lower Drift Zone
Commander Aeris Kall braced as a floating platform dipped hard.
"Anchor lines!" she shouted. "Wind squads, stagger your output. Don't fight each other!"
Below, fog climbed again, wrapping the base of the island. A Ventaran captain—Lioren, young, fast. He dropped too low and vanished for a second before wind yanked him back.
He coughed, eyes wide. "It grabbed me."
Aeris swore under her breath. "Noted. Fog's anchoring now. We keep moving or we lose altitude."
Terranox — Black Pass
Commander Brakk One-Eye planted his axe and leaned on it.
"Rotation!" he barked. "You're tired? Good. Switch anyway."
A Terranox captain named Morga, broad and scarred, dragged a wounded fighter back while crushing a fog-born beast with her free hand.
"They're changing again," she said.
Brakk nodded. "Yeah. And we'll change back."
Back at the Southern Archive front, the line shook.
