He perceived the world not as a sequence of events, but as a vast, layered architecture of resonance and attention.
Twenty-seven million points of light burned across the continent, a grid of prayers, curses, and ambient belief that formed the structural weight of his awareness. He felt the cold peace holding in Korthane. He felt the slow, creeping recovery of Sorrath in the southern faults. He felt the steady, methodical processing of intelligence in Ashenveil. He felt all of it, simultaneously, without the need for interface or translation. He was the architecture.
And deep beneath Morreth, the architecture had shifted.
He focused his awareness downward. The shift was not a break. A break would have triggered an immediate, cascading response across the faith grid. This was a slide—a fundamental alteration in the ambient field of the containment zone.
He traced the resonance back to its origin. Drill Site Alpha. Three point one kilometers deep.
