The holographic map of Mars floated above the table, its surface marked with red zones that represented the Obscuron's territory in the West.
Tatehan stood among the city leaders, his armor reflecting the glow of the projection, though he had left his helmet unsummoned for now.
His face was visible, his expression serious and his eyes tracking the movements of the holographic display as it rotated slowly, showing terrain features, settlement locations, and the ominous crimson expanse that covered nearly a quarter of the planet.
"Five under-construction bases brought down since we destroyed the one at the wastelands before," Tatehan said, his voice cutting through the quiet murmur of conversation that had filled the room moments earlier.
The other leaders turned their attention to him, their expressions ranging from thoughtful to grim.
