Location:Seven Peaks — Various
Date/Time:TC1854.06.15-20
Four months.
The longest Raven had been away since the sect's founding. One hundred and twenty-two days between the morning she'd stood on the arrival terrace with Kairos beside her and the formation network fading behind them, and this moment — wherever this moment found her, four thousand kilometers south, standing on a plateau that had just been rained on by heaven.
Seven Peaks didn't notice.
That was the wrong word. Seven Peaks noticed everything — Sylvara's root network registered every footstep, every spiritual signature, every shift in ambient energy across a sensor range that had expanded from fifty kilometers to eighty during Raven's absence. The mountain knew she was gone. The formation network knew. The sixty-one weapons on Sword Mountain knew, their harmonic carrying a minor chord that the disciples had learned to interpret as "the Sect Leader is elsewhere and the swords have opinions about it."
