The Ordeal of the Dusk progressed with an almost unnatural lethargy.
Though the night had fallen, though the Landship and its bastioneers remained on high alert, the promised intensity of the Ordeal barely manifested. The scattered Calamity Objects that did emerge were sparse, non-threatening—shades of greater horrors that failed to take proper form.
The Ordeal Intensity Predictor had not been wrong.
40%.
A slow night, indeed.
I observed the battlefield from the observation deck, fingers tapping idly against the reinforced railing. The occasional distant flicker of a Calamity Object being erased by automated turrets or drones barely warranted my attention. Even the bastioneers who had once been braced for combat had now settled into a passive stance, waiting more than acting.
It was an anomaly in itself—Ordeals were usually not meant to be this subdued.
