The golden threads pulsed with quiet contentment.
Marcus stood at the threshold of the clock tower, watching the city breathe. The Threshold was crossed. The beginning was found. The truth that love started everything had settled into his bones like a long-forgotten memory finally remembered. Havenport had become more than a city; it was a living testament to connection, a beacon that drew seekers from every corner of the world.
But something was growing.
It started as a subtle warmth in the golden threads—a new energy that pulsed beneath the surface of the oneness. Marcus felt it in his chest, a gentle pressure that was both familiar and strange. It wasn't threatening like the void. It wasn't hungry like the hunters. It was simply... present. Patient. Waiting.
Anna noticed it too. She
