The EDF officer who approached was maybe forty, wearing a pressed uniform that definitely pointed at someone who spent more time behind desks than in actual combat zones. His nameplate read Commander Jackson, and his expression carried the particular annoyance of someone whose day had just become significantly more complicated.

"You're Eclipse Faction," Jackson said, not quite making it a question.

"We are," Noah replied.

"Unauthorized response to a military incident. Engagement with hostile forces on EDF jurisdiction. Potential contamination of an active investigation site." Jackson rattled off the list like he was reading from a memo. "I'm going to need all personnel to remain on-site until we've conducted a full debrief and established exactly what happened here."

Noah felt something cold settle in his chest. "Our personnel need medical attention. Two of my people are seriously injured. The survivors you're here to rescue are also injured and need immediate treatment."

"Medical teams are already deploying. Everyone will receive appropriate care while we conduct the investigation." Jackson glanced at the wreckage, at the Harbinger corpses, at the students Kelvin and Diana had extracted. "Standard protocol for incidents involving asset loss and hostile engagement."

"Asset loss," Sophie repeated, her good arm supporting her broken one. "You mean dead students."

Jackson's expression didn't change. "I mean assets lost in a training exercise that was compromised by hostile action. We need to understand how Harbingers knew to target this specific convoy, at this specific location, during what should have been a routine expedition."

"They didn't know," Kelvin said, his voice tight. He was still holding Cora, who'd passed out from exhaustion and blood loss but was breathing steadily. "Harbingers don't need specific intelligence to attack. They just attack. That's what they do."

"Nevertheless, protocol requires all witnesses remain available for questioning until the investigation concludes." Jackson turned his attention back to Noah. "That includes your team. I understand Eclipse operates independently, but this is EDF territory and these were EDF assets under our protection."

Noah's jaw tightened. "We have other commitments. Contracts. People depending on us. There are plenty of survivors here who can give you information about what happened. We're leaving."

"I'm afraid I can't allow that."

"You can't allow it." Noah's voice was very quiet. "Interesting."

Jackson either didn't notice the danger in that tone or chose to ignore it. "If necessary, I'm authorized to use force to secure witnesses to a military incident. I'd prefer not to escalate, but I will if you refuse to cooperate."

Noah didn't move. Didn't blink. Just looked at Jackson with an expression that was completely empty of everything except cold calculation. Sophie recognized it immediately, had seen it right before Noah did something that usually ended with something no longer existing. It was rare but it happened.

Then Nyx growled.

The sound came from maybe two hundred meters away, where the dragon was still standing over the corpse of his Harbinger kill. It was low, resonant, the kind of noise that traveled through bone before it reached ears. Not quite a threat. Just a reminder that something very large and very angry was paying attention to this conversation.

Jackson went pale. His hand moved reflexively toward his sidearm, realized that was an absolutely terrible idea, and froze.

"Noah," Sophie said quietly. "Let's just go."

Noah held Jackson's gaze for another three seconds. Then he turned away, walking toward where Kelvin stood with Cora. "Load up. We're leaving."

"You can't just—" Jackson started.

"Try to stop us," Noah said without turning around. "Humor me."

Jackson didn't. Whether it was Nyx's continued presence, or the fact that Eclipse had just killed four two-horns while EDF took thirty minutes to show up, or simple survival instinct recognizing that this particular fight wasn't worth having. He stood there, expression cycling through anger and frustration, and let them board their transport without further interference.

The flight back was tense in a completely different way than the flight out had been. Seraleth sat with her injuries receiving basic field treatment from Diana, who had medical training Noah hadn't known about. Sophie's broken arm was splinted and immobilized. Kelvin held Cora like he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.

"No wonder the war effort against Harbingers keeps stalling," Seraleth said after they'd been flying for maybe ten minutes. Her voice carried disgust that cut through the cabin's quiet. "From what I've observed during my time here, human military structure prioritizes bureaucracy over effective response. Students die, and the first concern is investigative protocol rather than preventing future incidents."

"They called them assets," Diana added, her tone flat. "Not students. Not people. Assets. Like they were equipment that got damaged instead of kids who signed up to learn how to fight and got thrown into a meat grinder."

Kelvin hadn't said anything since they'd boarded, but his expression was absolutely murderous. "I gave Cora that emergency beacon because I didn't trust academy expeditions after Cannadah. After we faced a two-horn on our first off-world trip and nearly died. After Sirius Prime where we encountered Kruel and the Widow. I knew to build a device that could punch through Harbinger signal jamming." His voice was getting louder. "I'm one person working in a workshop with whatever parts I can scavenge. The EDF has entire research divisions. They have my father's company on contract. They have resources I can't even imagine. And they still haven't figured out how to communicate during Harbinger attacks?"

"Because they're incompetent," Lila said from her position near the cockpit. She'd been quiet until now, processing everything. "This is why I was Purge once. Why my parents chose Arthur over the establishment. The brass doesn't have a clue what they're doing. They're so busy protecting their authority that they forget what the authority is supposed to be for."

Noah spoke from the pilot seat. "This is why we're Eclipse. We do things better than any established power because we're not weighed down by their bullshit. We don't answer to the EDF. We don't answer to Vanguard. We answer to the people who actually need help, and we help them without requiring three layers of approval first."

Nobody argued. The flight continued in silence after that, everyone processing the day's events in their own way.

They reached Eclipse headquarters as afternoon was bleeding into evening. Medical teams were waiting, had been alerted during the flight. Sophie and Seraleth were immediately taken to the medical wing for proper treatment. Cora was transferred to a bed, healers working to stabilize her completely. The other survivors Eclipse had extracted were processed, their families contacted, arrangements made.

Noah watched it all happen with a slight detachment of someone running on fumes. His void energy had regenerated during the flight, but exhaustion was something different. He needed space. Needed to process. Needed to not be surrounded by people for a while.

It was now he was putting into consideration how he'd been in the same position as one of those kids some time back and now it hit different.

He found an empty corridor, activated domain travel, and let reality fold around him.

The transition was immediate. Grass beneath his feet, perfect light, his three dragons noticing his arrival. Storm bounded over with his usual enthusiasm, and Noah spent a few minutes just existing with them before pulling up his system interface.

[REAPER'S HARVEST]

[AVAILABLE SUMMONS: THE WIDOW (FOUR-HORN HARBINGER)]

[SUMMON COST: 18,000 VOID ENERGY]

Noah confirmed the summon, felt the massive drain on his reserves as void energy poured out of him. The pillar of purple-black light erupted from the grass, taking shape, condensing into the Widow's form. Twelve feet of dark purple construct, four horns, empty glowing eyes waiting for commands.

The dragons reacted, but with less hostility than the first time. They recognized the construct as something under Noah's control now, not an actual threat. Storm stayed close to Noah anyway, protective instinct overriding logic.

"Attack me," Noah said to the construct.

The Widow moved immediately. That horrifying speed was still intact, covering the distance between them in under a second. Her fist came at Noah's head with enough force to cave in his skull.

He blinked, reappeared behind her, drove Enhanced Null Strike into her spine. The construct didn't feel pain, didn't react to damage the way a living thing would. It just turned, tail whipping around to catch him.

Noah ducked, came up with Excaliburn drawn, carved a line across her midsection. Void energy clashed with void energy, the construct's form degrading where the blade touched. But it was slow, required sustained contact to actually unmake the structure.

They fought for hours. Noah testing his limits against something that wouldn't die unless he completely destroyed it, that moved with all the Widow's speed and strength but none of her intelligence. It was perfect training. Brutal, exhausting, exactly what he needed.

Eventually he dismissed the construct, his void energy reserves down to maybe forty percent, his body covered in bruises despite the void regeneration working overtime. He sat in the grass, Storm curled around him like a scaled blanket, and just breathed.

When he finally exited the domain, the sun was setting. The headquarters had that particular energy of people settling into evening routines. He could hear conversation from the common areas, smell food being prepared somewhere. Normal sounds. Peaceful sounds.

Noah headed toward his quarters, intending to shower and maybe sleep for twelve hours straight. He made it maybe halfway there before Lila appeared from one of the side corridors, looking like she'd been waiting for him.

"Hey," she said. "Got a minute?"

"Sure."

They walked together without real destination, eventually ending up on one of the exterior balconies where the last light was painting everything orange and gold. Lila leaned against the railing, looking out at the compound below where recruits were returning from contracts, where Kelvin's party had apparently boosted morale enough that people were laughing.

"I never got to go to space," Lila said after a while. "When you guys got called up to Vanguard. I was chasing my parents instead of joining the program. Missed the whole experience."

"It was mostly terrifying," Noah replied. "Harbingers in zero gravity are somehow worse than Harbingers on planets. Physics stops making sense. Everything becomes three-dimensional combat where up and down are suggestions."

"Still sounds better than what I was doing. Hunting ghosts who didn't want to be found." Lila's voice carried old frustration. "You know what the worst part was? I kept thinking if I just found them, if I just talked to them, they'd explain. They'd have some reason for working with Arthur that made sense. A reason for cloning me, you know? But they didn't. They just chose him over me and that was that."

Noah didn't have words for that, so he didn't try to provide any. Sometimes silence was better than platitudes.

"You standing up to that EDF commander today was hot," Lila said, changing topics with the kind of abruptness that was distinctly her. "Just staring at him until he backed down. Very protagonist energy."

Noah recognized how Kelvin's vocabulary was starting to rub off on everyone.

He felt heat creeping up his neck. "I was just tired of bureaucrats acting like they own everything."

"Still hot." Lila turned to face him properly. "You know what else is hot? The whole saving everyone thing. Fighting four Harbingers. Generally being ridiculously capable."

"Lila—"

She kissed him before he could finish the sentence. Not tentative or asking permission. Just direct, the way she approached most things in life. Noah was surprised for maybe half a second before he kissed her back, weeks of tension finding release in something simple and immediate.

Her hands found his face, his hair, pulling him closer. His arms wrapped around her waist, the kind of contact that felt inevitable rather than planned. They stayed like that for maybe thirty seconds, maybe a minute, time losing meaning in the way it did during good kisses.

Then noise from below drew their attention. Voices, lots of them, excited and overlapping. Noah and Lila pulled apart, looked over the railing, and froze.

People. Hundreds of them, gathered outside Eclipse headquarters' main entrance. Not threatening, not protesters. Just standing there, looking up at the building, talking amongst themselves with energy that suggested excitement rather than anger.

Sam appeared on the balcony within seconds, slightly out of breath like he'd been running. "Noah. We have a situation."

"I can see that."

"Not a problem exactly. More like a good problem." Sam pulled up his tablet, showed numbers that made Noah's eyes widen. "The streaming of faction activities has been working. Really working. That Harbinger fight, the rescue operation, everything we've been broadcasting. People have been watching, and now they want to join."

"How many people?"

Sam gestured at the crowd below. "Best estimate? About three hundred. All of them claim they want to sign up for Eclipse. They're just standing outside waiting to talk to someone about recruitment."

Noah stared at the crowd, trying to process. Eclipse had forty active members. Three hundred new recruits would increase their size by a factor of eight. That was insane. That was unsustainable. That was also exactly the kind of problem successful organizations faced.

"We can't process that many people," Noah said. "Not quickly. Not without proper vetting."

"I know. But they're here. They're not leaving. And if we turn them away without at least talking to them, that's a PR nightmare." Sam looked stressed in the way he got when logistics became complicated. "What do you want to do?"

Noah looked at Lila, who shrugged with an expression that suggested this was his problem to solve. Then he looked back at the crowd below, at three hundred people who'd decided Eclipse was worth joining.

"Set up a recruitment process," Noah said finally. "Background checks, ability assessments, interviews. We'll take however many we can actually accommodate and train. The rest go on a waiting list."

"That's going to take weeks."

"Then it takes weeks. We do this right or we don't do it at all." Noah turned away from the railing. "Get Sophie when she's recovered. She'll want to coordinate this. And Sam? Make sure we have enough resources to actually handle this. Housing, equipment, training facilities. Everything."

Sam nodded, already making notes on his tablet, and headed back inside.

Lila was grinning. "Three hundred people. You're building an army."

"I'm building a faction that can actually make a difference."

"Same thing."

Noah couldn't really argue with that. He looked back at the crowd one more time, at all those people who'd decided Eclipse represented something worth being part of, and felt the weight of that trust settle over him like armor.

They'd do this right. They'd train these people properly, give them the tools to survive, build something that actually functioned instead of just looking impressive.

Eclipse was growing. Whether Noah was ready for it or not.

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