Chapter 650: One Frequency Kept

Hajin took the central tracing station and tested its tuning rod before committing either clone to the three-point circuit.

Down in the valley, the evacuation road remained completely open, guarded by the silent frost crystals Didi left behind in the dirt.

Hajin stood at the central observation outcrop between the three secured tracing stations, holding a crystalline tuning rod against his open palm.

The subtle vibration pulsed against his skin, carrying the exact pitch of the command seam exposed during the skirmish below.

Beside him, the dimensional storage rift hovered open in the morning air, displaying the full logistics catalog interface for field requisitions.

"Before we commit the clones to the tracing circuit, let us settle field supplies for the crews," he said, tapping the floating runes.

"A wise choice, summoner," Aria replied, her luminous form drifting quietly beside his right shoulder.

"The teamsters and royal engineers have exhausted their clean dressings and rations after the siege driver assault."

"We cannot have the auxiliary lines collapsing while we focus on the central viaduct," he agreed, scrolling through the medical tab.

With a swift swipe across the floating screen, he confirmed the scheduled logistical requisition for the waiting support detachments.

[ Requisition confirmed: 20 staple-food rations (500 credits) ]

[ Requisition confirmed: 10 sterile field dressings (200 credits) ]

[ Requisition confirmed: 10 comfort and hygiene kits (300 credits) ]

[ Total deducted: 1,000 credits ]

[ Current balance: 68,435 credits ]

Crates of sealed grain biscuits, rolls of clean linen, and dry soap bricks materialized neatly on the flat rock before him.

A weary runner from the auxiliary relief regiment scrambled up the embankment, gasping for breath as he saluted with trembling hands.

"Are those... are those supplies for the forward line, sir?" the runner asked, his eyes widening at the newly opened packages.

"Distribute these among the three station crews and the civilian carts down below," he instructed, pointing toward the packed containers.

"Take whatever clean water remains in the second depot as well."

"Right away, sir!" the runner exclaimed, waving his arm toward the ditch. "Hey, bring the handcarts up the slope right now!"

Four junior soldiers rushed forward, hoisting the packed containers onto two handcarts before jogging quickly down the western path.

"Thirty-two thousand, nine hundred and thirty-five credits remain in our reserve," Aria noted, reviewing the record balance on her screen.

"That leaves plenty of funding for emergency supplies if the viaduct collapse triggers a counterattack," he replied, closing the catalog rift.

"Let us make sure we do not need them," she murmured, watching the golden rings hum with focused power.

Once the relief supplies were safely carried down the slope, he turned his complete attention back toward the viaduct network.

He closed his eyes and reached into his soul core, where six physical Rings rotated in concentric harmony around his heart.

With a focused thought, he divided his spiritual presence into three distinct avatars of sovereign will.

Two clones materialized beside him on the rock shelf, identical in physique, stride, and calm focus to his original body.

The six physical Rings detached from his chest, spinning through the air in a radiant circle of unyielding authority.

A pair of Rings circled the original host, while the remaining four split evenly between his twin avatars.

"Two Rings per vessel," Clone One noted, flexing his fingers as the golden hoops settled smoothly around his wrists.

"Sufficient power to anchor the tracing weave," Clone Two agreed, checking the empty scabbard at his hip. "We are ready."

"Stay focused on the tracing lines," the original host told them, his tone quiet and steady.

"We have twelve minutes before the feedback begins... make every second count."

"Understood—we will hold the perimeter without faltering," Clone One answered, stepping toward the high western ridge.

"I will secure the first relay and relieve the frontline sentries."

"I will take the eastern breach," Clone Two added, vanishing down the broken boulders in a blur of swift steps.

Aria raised her translucent hands, projecting a glowing countdown timer directly across his visual field.

[ Clonal resonance link: Active ]

[ Synchronized deployment timer: 12:00 minutes ]

[ Target: Choral seam tracing circuit ]

"The twelve-minute deployment window is running, summoner," she warned softly, her spectral brow furrowing with genuine concern.

"If the link exceeds twelve minutes, clonal cohesion will degrade, causing severe strain on your spiritual pathways."

"Twelve minutes is more than enough time to complete the circuit," he said, adjusting his stance at the central redoubt.

"Wait—what if the Incarnation shifts its harmonic frequency mid-trace?" she asked, leaning forward to inspect the relay array.

"It cannot shift what it does not realize we possess," he answered, placing his fingertips against the cold crystalline pillar.

He channeled his aura into the relay array, matching the exact vibration he recorded from the standard bearer down on the roadway.

Instead of trying to deduce the ancient, hidden name of the foreign god, he locked onto the raw physical frequency itself.

A deep chime resonated through the rock foundations of the viaduct, linking the western relay, eastern breach, and central ridge into an unbroken triangle.

Inside the field forge beneath the western causeway, Ferra looked up from her anvil as the harmonic signal reached her receiver.

Her voice crackled through the communication talisman, full of fierce excitement that echoed across the cavern.

"I hear it!" she shouted into the receiver.

"Summoner, that frequency is clear as fresh spring water!"

"The command seam is completely mapped out!" she cheered.

"Anchor that frequency to the final ignition weapon," he replied into the talisman. "The viaduct core will fall next."

"Consider it done!" she shouted back. "I will have the strike matrix ready before your countdown hits zero!"

High above the mountain ridgeline, the celestial broadcast room erupted in a storm of ecstatic cheers and golden gifts.

[ Seoul_Tactician: "THREE BODIES, SIX RINGS, TOTAL MAP CONTROL! This is how you run a multi-point siege!" ]

[ StarlightScholar: "He bypassed the god’s hidden name entirely and tracked the physical frequency! Tactical genius at work!" ]

[ HearthKeeper: "Feeding the weary workers before starting the final deployment... Hajin never forgets the people who build the world!" ]

[ IronVanguard: "Two Rings per clone gives them insane stability! That twelve-minute timer is plenty of time to break the altar!" ]

[ ShadowMage44: "68,435 credits remaining! Clean shopping, flawless preparation, and now the entire viaduct belongs to our lord!" ]

[ TacticalNerd: "Notice how Clone One and Clone Two moved instantly without a single wasted movement? Flawless telepathic coordination!" ]

[ CringeSlayer91: "The Incarnation has no idea its entire divine network is being reverse-engineered in real time!" ]

[ NewViewer_02: "The chat hype is unreal right now! Didi opened the gate, and Hajin is locking down the entire mountain!" ]

He stood firmly at the central station, feeling the steady thrum of power flowing between his three bodies across the rocky slopes.

The morning sun climbed over the jagged peaks, bathing the great stone arches of the viaduct in brilliant light.

The air grew tense with anticipation as the three-point circuit locked into place, paving the way for Didi to confront the final decree of heaven.

"Clone One, read back your fallback point," Hajin called through their shared link as the three stations settled into frequency.

"Western shelf, behind the second anchor," came the reply.

"Clone Two?"

"Eastern stair, beyond the civilian route."

Hajin checked the twelve-minute window and kept the release signal ready, refusing to let the circuit trap either projection past its limit.

Ferra reported the transferred original blades were waiting beneath the causeway, close enough for her to reach him when the tracing finished.

His preparations were complete, every credit was accounted for, and the final battle for the viaduct was ready to begin.