The first Flint officers reached the surrender lane while Dreth remained upright beyond the trench. Eighteen seconds circled Hajin's wrist as four dark-gold Rings, each rotation pulling against pathways that had already begun to tear.
Hans crossed behind a militia shield while two recorders pushed empty weapon carts beside him. Captains placed their company rolls on the first cart, then ordered soldiers to stack blades beside standards laid flat on the ground.
"The terms cover every soldier who stays disarmed," Hans called, keeping his sword sheathed, "the wounded receive treatment, while officers enter separate custody until their records are reviewed."
No Flint captain looked toward the broken command ridge for permission before giving the next order. Their remaining soldiers moved into marked groups as militia recorders counted them from outside spear range.
