The pulse did not fade at the edge of the corridor.
It moved past it.
Inside the resonance chamber, the projection wall fractured into expanding layers of light as the intermediary cluster released a wave that traveled outward with calm precision. It was not an explosion. It did not surge in chaos. It unfolded, as though it had always known the path it would take.
Elira's console lit up in cascading bands of color.
"It's not just transmitting," she said, her voice tight with disbelief. "It's mapping."
Kael leaned over the railing and watched the new signatures bloom across the projection.
"Mapping what?"
"Routes," she answered. "Hidden resonance lanes we've never seen before."
