Keqing's summons was brief and heavy. The door to the core command center closed silently behind, cutting off the outside world. Limeng stood before the engineering blueprint of the Electro Rail, the chill of the "Sharpened Edge" operation's early technical support mission briefing still lingering on his fingertips.
"Where the point of the blade is directed, the hilt must first be secured," Keqing said, her voice low, her purple eyes reflecting the crimson markers on the sand table outside the Serenitea Pot that denoted the Abyss erosion zones. "The support team will push deep into the anchors outside the pot, establishing outposts to ensure the 'blade' can be drawn and sheathed safely within the Black Tide. You are the technical core, Limeng. Whether the equipment can survive the abyssal environment determines the life and death of the warriors, as well as the success or failure of 'Sharpened Edge'."
There were no grandiose slogans, only cold reality. The engineer's sense of responsibility weighed heavy on his shoulders like invisible rock armor. He nodded in silence, all his churning thoughts compressed into a single word: "Understood."
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