Julian sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor of the chamber, the Aetherium Eye now floating serenely above him, its green light a calm, steady beacon. The threads of shadow stretched far, far beyond anything he had imagined. His mind, once a fortress of logical order, was now an open network, processing a vast, shimmering tapestry of global energy. He saw the ancient ley lines, vibrant and powerful, and the chaotic hum of artificial Aetherium grids. He saw the subtle, nascent pockets of Aetherium awakening in unexpected places, and the lingering echoes of dormant relics hidden deep beneath the earth.
But then, his gaze sharpened, piercing through the noise. He began to trace the Konsili's influence, not just the fleeting Aetherium Echoes that manipulated sentiment, but the underlying s
