The initial draft of the division list was completed before the twin moons reached their apogee.
Lucifer stood poised over the glowing projection table in the command hall with Lucian, Aeloria and Nyx as the names settled into two clear divisions. One set held the realms. The other would return to the hidden sector and attempt to break the enclave free. All appeared neat and orderly on the digital parchment but in practice the division was already causing friction.
Zane stood leaning against the edge of the table with his arms crossed, red eyes scanning the opposing columns. "You are taking Heron, Anita, me and a heavy Origin support line. That alone strips a significant portion of the Clan's highest output from the capital and if the next pressure spike hits while we are gone Lucian will be standing in the Vampire Realm with a thinner wall than either of us are comfortable with."
