The residual signature crossed into the core temple complex just after the second bell.
Lira's slate lit first. Lower archive wing. Old meditation cells. The alert was clean enough to look almost routine until the second reading arrived half a beat later and contradicted the first.
She stood in the central monitoring room with the others already closing in. Kaelara's hand rested on the hilt of the short blade she never fully sheathed inside the complex. Elizabeth's voice stayed level while she issued the lockdown sequence for the affected wing.
Vesper leaned against the far table, eyes on the pattern rather than the people. Selene watched the doorway as if calculating which senior faces would appear first and what story they would demand.
"Clear the wing," Kaelara said. "Sweep every cell. If it is inside, we cut it out before it settles."
