The silence in the Ghost’s command center was a fragile thing, recently earned and easily broken. It was the quiet of a respite, not peace, but the temporary cessation of screams. Roewi sat with his eyes closed, not in deep meditation, but in simple, human rest. The threefold power within him was a calm, deep ocean, its currents stable for the first time since the Orbs had merged with his being. He could feel the faint, grateful pulses from the Sanctuary Network, a galaxy of embers he was helping to keep alive.
Myra was reviewing resource allocations for their nascent bastion, a small smile touching her lips as a colony in the Cygnus Veil reported a successful first harvest using soil reclamation techniques they’d developed. Kaira was running diagnostics, her technopathic senses a gentle
