After dismantling the cult's device, Kaito returned to the upper sky to stabilize the rotation manually.
The friction had subsided.
But not without cost.
Silver Eyes' presence flickered unevenly along the equilibrium threads.
"You're thinning," Kaito said quietly.
"I am distributed," she corrected gently.
Before the eclipse split, she had existed as a person channeling balance.
Now she was balance.
Global emotional spikes, cult interference, cosmic probes—all required constant recalibration.
"I cannot intervene locally anymore," she admitted. "Only structurally."
That meant she could not guide him in battle.
Could not appear physically.
Could not shield individual cities.
Her consciousness was stretched across planetary law.
The Watchers' signal pulsed again faintly beyond the Boundary.
Kaito felt something new in their observation.
Interest intensifying.
"Silver," he asked softly, "if they decide the system should expand…"
"I cannot stop them alone."
The implication was clear.
He had created a stable model.
And models invite replication.
For the first time, Kaito wondered if containing infinity on Earth had placed a target on it.