The consciousness was no longer merely felt. It began to possess direction, not as physical movement, but as a subtle pull growing ever stronger toward a single point that had no form, yet felt like the center of everything.
Sophia did not move, yet inside her, something was being drawn ever closer.
She did not resist.
Nor did she surrender.
She chose to understand.
"It is getting stronger," she said softly.
Beside her, Adrian Blackwood struggled to maintain his focus.
"I feel it," he replied. "It is as if we are being pulled into the same point."
Daniel tried to retain control over himself, but even he realized that the tools he had always relied on were no longer relevant in this place.
"This is not pressure," he said. "This is alignment."
Leonard Graves' voice came through the comms, slightly trembling. "I don't care what you call it, it is getting deeper."
Sophia closed her eyes for a moment.
She felt the current.
Flowing.
Uniting.
And slowly.
