Wren gasped and clutched her head, and Senna caught her before she could topple sideways.
"Talk to me," Senna said sharply. "What's happening right now."
"Pressure," Wren managed, breathing hard. "Building. Like something's pushing back against me."
Lira moved fast, hands hovering near Wren without touching her directly, monitoring the resonance with visible alarm. "This isn't residual sensation anymore. Something's actively reaching back toward her."
"Break the connection," Ferand said urgently. "Now, before it strengthens further."
Lira guided Wren through the disengagement technique they'd practiced, voice steady despite the mounting tension. "Wren, focus on my voice. Pull back slowly, the same way we rehearsed."
Wren's breathing remained ragged, sweat beading across her forehead
