The forest had become an extension of Aria’s will, every root, every leaf, every drifting wisp of mist responding to her presence. The Pulse thrummed through her veins with a steady, commanding rhythm, vibrating through every fiber of her being. She felt the prime sentinel’s intent pressing against her awareness, sharp and calculated, but each approach, each test, each strike only reinforced her command. He had recognized the shift. He knew he was no longer the predator.
Kalen remained close, silent but vigilant. His calm presence anchored her further, but she did not need his guidance anymore. Her mastery over the Pulse and the forest was complete. She inhaled deeply, letting the Pulse surge fully, extending her perception into every corner of the clearing, feeling the sentinels’ micro-a
