He made it home before he opened the log properly, walking the whole way with the specific forced calm of a man who knew exactly how his own face looked when something had rattled him and didn't want Darman or anyone else at the well reading it.
Sekar caught it anyway, the moment he came through the door.
"What."
"The quest chain." He sat, hands not quite steady, and pulled the interface into focus properly for the first time since the notification first appeared weeks ago. "It just did something."
The log had grown since he'd last let himself look — no longer a single closed line waiting to be acknowledged, but a small, unfolding structure, fragments accumulating the way information gathered around a wound the body hadn't finished healing.
[Quest Chain: The First Ember]
[Status: Nascent — Data Incomplete]
[Known: Dormant Dimensional Anchor — Status: Unconscious]
[Proximity: Approximate — Direction: East]
[Additional data will unlock through direct or indirect contact]
