Chapter 29: Residual
The station stayed quiet.
Too quiet.
Azari walked the edge of the crack in the platform like it might open again if she stared hard enough.
Jung Min checked the rails.
No glow. No glyphs. Just cold steel and dust.
"It's over," she said.
He didn't like how easy that sounded.
A faint vibration ran through the ground.
Not bells.
Not humming.
A pulse.
Slow. Patient.
Azari felt it through her shoes. "That wasn't there before."
Jung Min crouched and pressed his palm to the concrete.
The pulse came again.
Like a heartbeat buried under the city.
He looked up at her.
"That's not Choir."
Azari's throat tightened. "Then what is it?"
Jung Min stood.
"Something that learned from it."