The first vibration was almost too subtle to feel. A ripple through the ground. A soft recoil through the soles of their boots. A hum barely distinguishable from the blood in their veins. Rachel rose slowly, sensing it not with her ears, but with the glyphs woven into her skin. The resonance fields that had collapsed into silence were stirring again — not as the old structures, not as ruined Wells or phantom steps, but as something raw and unfinished. Behind her, the others stirred. Talek was the first to move, hands resting lightly on the hilt of his belt tool, listening with his entire body. Alex adjusted Two-Ton’s systems automatically, tuning the field harmonizers to bleed out distortion without even looking at the readouts. Milo and Lye walked the perimeter, checking the stabilizer loops — though even now, stabilizing seemed less about mechanics and more about faith.
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