Eren's communicator buzzed again, a sharp and persistent vibration against his thigh where it was stuffed deep in his pocket. He shifted slightly, pretending to adjust his posture while pressing his leg down to silence the sound. Now wasn't the time to check it. Not with Jian in the middle of what looked like the most intense tactical discussion of the decade.
A large map was spread across the old wooden table in front of them, its corners weighted down with stray rocks and empty water bottles. It was slightly wrinkled, but clearly marked. Red pins, blue markers, and circles drawn with a shaky hand covered nearly every inch of the terrain. Eren's eyes followed the lines drawn from one continent to another, and the sheer scope of the route made his stomach tighten.
