He cleared floors thirty-six through forty across eleven days.
Each floor cleared at the pace the standard restriction allowed, no myth-grade accumulation, the fable weight from each clear integrating cleanly in the way it had been integrating since the boundary work's first session. The star's preservation property holding each integration intact, the framework's interface managing the cost, the fractures at the boundary layer stable rather than spreading.
He could feel the difference in the integrations. Not dramatically — there was no sensation of improvement that announced itself the way Tower system notifications announced things. It was more like the difference between carrying a load with proper weight distribution and carrying it without, the same load, the same effort, but the body knowing what to do with what it was holding.
