The world doesn’t fracture when the brace dissolves.
It expands.
That’s worse.
For centuries, divine blood ran with dampened pressure.
Subdued by fear.
Suppressed by politics.
Contained by ancient correction.
Now the restraint is gone.
And divine carriers everywhere feel it.
Not as chaos.
As breath.
Long.
Deep.
Unrestricted breath.
The first reports come from the eastern territories.
“Healing amplification increased twenty percent.”
“Shift latency reduced.”
“Dream clarity heightened.”
None of it destabilizing.
All of it powerful.
Morgan stands in the war room staring at global readings.
“Amplitude has doubled since brace removal.”
“Rupture risk?” Kade asks.
“Minimal. Stabilization baseline is holding.”
Which means we did it.
We crossed the threshold.
But threshold
