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Zeke released the pressure.
The class did not move. Not immediately. They remained exactly where they had fallen—sprawled across the white floor, chests heaving, bodies still recalibrating to the absence of weight. The aura had not injured them, but it had informed them. Their professor was not playing a role. He was not performing menace. The pressure was simply what existed around him when he stopped holding it back.
Rhaegar did not wait for his lungs to fully recover.
He activated the mind-link.part of his ability [psychic sovereign] , as natural as breathing if breathing required focus. The connection snapped into place between the ten of them, clean and immediate, a network of shared awareness that bypassed the need for words.
