Earth Two Point Zero received them without fanfare.
The corridor of controlled impossibility loosened.
Then the planet's atmosphere took them.
Wind returned. Weight returned. Sound returned.
They slipped through layers of defensive geometry that looked like weather until Lucien's senses touched the seams and realized the "clouds" were also equations.
They landed on a stretch of green that felt almost offensively peaceful.
Lucien stepped forward.
His boots pressed into soil that smelled like rain and iron. The air tasted clean, but not empty. There was mana here, and it was not wild the way the Big World's mana was.
It was calibrated. Like someone had taken a living atmosphere and taught it manners.
He glanced toward the horizon.
The sky was earth-blue. The clouds looked right. The sun's warmth fell in the correct angle.
And still, something felt arranged.
Perfect Calculation stirred.
