The constellation did not celebrate breakthroughs.
It absorbed them.
After the resonance incident in the training chamber, the triad bond had not returned to its previous baseline. It had deepened—layers of synchronization forming beneath conscious command.
Ethan felt it first.
A second pulse beneath his core rhythm.
Not external.
Internal.
Kaelith stood across the Convergence Axis, frost sigils orbiting her wrists in tighter, faster spirals. Lysarra hovered slightly above, golden light condensed into a focused corona rather than her usual expansive glow.
"Your output variance has stabilized," Kaelith observed. "But your baseline has increased."
Lysarra tilted her head. "Not increased. Expanded."
Ethan closed his eyes.
He reached inward—not outward into the domain, not toward the Predator's distant distortions—but into the link binding the three of them.
Before, their bond functioned like braided strands.
Now—
It felt layered.
Like overlapping harmonic fields.
