Lilith stops testing.
That’s how we know something is wrong.
For two full days, there’s no dream intrusion.
No resonance spikes.
No violet interference in the breach node.
The false instability data we’ve been feeding her sits untouched.
Morgan watches the readouts constantly.
“She hasn’t pulled from the breach in forty-eight hours.”
“That’s not retreat,” Thorne mutters. “That’s preparation.”
I feel it too.
A stillness.
The kind that comes before something breaks.
The first crack happens at noon.
The ward network surges unexpectedly — not at the breach node, but at a different perimeter point.
Morgan swears.
“That’s not ours.”
“What is it?”
“External injection.”
On-screen, a Covenant signature flares at one of the secondary ritual nodes we thought dormant.
“They’re activ
