The merged consciousness was no longer merely flowing. It began to take on something more defined, not as a rigid structure, but as a direction growing increasingly stronger.
Sophia felt this change faster than the others, because the boundaries she had built within herself now served as reference points amidst the ever-expanding current.
She stood there, not as the center, but as the balancer.
"It is changing again," she said softly.
Beside her, Adrian Blackwood stared in the same direction, even though that direction held no definite shape.
"Not just changing," he replied. "It is beginning to take form."
Daniel tried to grasp the pattern, even though the tools he used were no longer relevant.
"I can see that the flow, previously random, is now becoming more directed," he said. "As if something is organizing without controlling."
Leonard Graves' voice came through the comms, calmer than before.
