The carrier upstairs was named Jo.
Twenty years old, coastal fisherman's son, had spent his whole life feeling the sea's currents through his feet and not knowing he was reading ley lines. His white fire had been dormant until the network activated. He had been in Fen's facility for three weeks, not mistreated, thoroughly confused.
He came downstairs when Mei went to get him and looked at the group assembled in the convergence chamber with the expression of someone who had stopped being surprised by surprises.
"More of you," he said.
"More of us," Xin confirmed. "Thirty total. Thirty-one with Kael."
Jo looked at Kael. At the white fire. At Xin. "What happens now?"
"They are coming here," Xin said. "Thirty people across the continent felt the Chorus twenty minutes ago. They can feel t
