A corridor opened.
Not torn.
Not constructed.
It bloomed — like space remembering a path it once used.
No violent distortion.
No energy spike.
Just access.
The signal stabilized within it.
Kaito looked at Silver Eyes.
"If I go—"
"I will hold," she said gently. "We are stable now."
The assisting Watcher moved closer.
Caution recommended. Unknown hierarchy.
Kaito stepped forward.
The luminous mark on his forehead pulsed once in resonance.
The corridor brightened.
It was not a trap.
It was recognition.
He entered without force.
And the universe folded differently this time.