It did not fracture loudly.
It didn’t explode, didn’t surge, didn’t destabilize.
It thinned.
Again.
But this time, the thinning came from everywhere at once.
Yuki noticed it first.
“I need you in the war room,” she said without greeting.
That tone meant something fundamental had shifted.
When I stepped into the projection hall, the air felt wrong.
Not heavy.
Not sharp.
Hollow.
The hum was still there.
But it wasn’t layered.
It was flat.
Not dampened.
Not compressed.
Just… distant.
“Variance dropped across all resonance clusters simultaneously,” Yuki said, her voice tight.
“All?” Damon asked.
“Yes.”
“Not localized.”
“No.”
“Not just the nested cluster.”
“No.”
“Not just a territory.”
“No.”
Every circle.
Every territory.
Every node.
All at once.
“What caused it?”
