The war room was quieter than usual, but the silence carried weight. The Bloom nest in Mecca was gone, annihilated by the Goliath and the Wraith Titan's core detonation. The basin was sealed. The Obelisk Vault had been exposed. Revelations about pre-Zero Hour conspiracies had shaken even the most stoic veterans.
But none of it compared to what they now saw on the global uplink.
Thomas stood at the center of the newly reinforced command tent, eyes locked on a massive holomap that spanned most of the known world. Bloom infestation zones had once been concentrated—pockets spreading like ink in water. But Europe was now solid red.
Angel highlighted the zones with sweeping gestures from her terminal.
"Eastern Asia is secure. The Middle East is under lockdown. Africa is holding. But Europe…"
She tapped a glowing point. Then another. And another.
"Paris. Berlin. Warsaw. Rome. Vienna. Prague. Madrid. Gone."
