Lucen didn't look at his team.
Didn't ask.
He just stepped forward slightly and started talking. Calm. Controlled. No performance.
"Rift breach started twenty meters past the junction. Unstable signature. No core formation. Street ruptured on emergence. Three Class One spawn. Light carapace, mid-speed, no mana weapons. I neutralized them in the first thirty seconds."
The guy typed quickly.
"Then two higher-tier types emerged. First was heavy. Armor scale. Shock immune. Second was speed-adapted. Bone weapons. Fast regen. Minimal spell resistance. I stalled both. Reinforcements arrived—"
"Names?" the crewman asked.
Lucen pointed without turning. "Senna. Mira. Callen. They handled flank coverage."
The man noted each one with a thumb flick. "Kill count?"
Lucen raised an eyebrow. "Didn't count."
"Estimate?"
"Three on me. Two shared. Last one dropped when we focused."
The guy scribbled something. "Casualties?"
