LYRA'S POV
(TWO MONTHS AFTER DIVINE INTERVENTION)
The restoration chamber thrummed with dimensional energy as fifteen marked students coordinated consciousness across collective awareness that would have been impossible before divine intervention. Two months of practice had transformed our technique from cautious single-student attempts to sophisticated group operations capable of restoring larger fragment clusters simultaneously.
I existed across forty-one states monitoring the integration as Nyx—sanctuary Nyx, not the evacuated one who was still recovering from six weeks of survival strain—provided the primary unifying identity for the fragment cluster containing twenty-three consciousness pieces. The fragments had been scattered for five centuries, murdered during a particularly brutal Council purge that had eliminated nearly fifty marked wolves in single coordinated action claiming to prevent "corruption outbreak" that threatened territorial stability.
