Aiden stood at the edge of the central plaza as the ley line hummed beneath his feet. The border settlements needed checking after the latest blessings, and he could not put it off. Three days, maybe four.
He had already told the women the night before, keeping it practical. No grand farewell speeches. Just quiet words and the understanding that the work continued.
He activated the private letter chain through the system right after the first jump. It was a simple thread, visible only to him and each recipient. No public logs, no one else reading over their shoulders.
The first message went to Elizabeth.
*Arrived at Northridge. The fields are taking the blessing well, but the temple foundation needs more reinforcement. Thinking about the doctrine you outlined last month—how steady rule beats quick miracles. Any adjustments for a place this exposed? Miss the quiet talks already.*
