The central hall of the orbital fortress was still heavy with the silence of the recent revelation. The truth about the Planetary Cultivation Seed hung in the air, a cold weight that no one quite knew how to carry.
Sovereign Kael Thorne stood near one of the massive observation panels, his arms crossed over his chest. His Law of Force made him hyper-aware of the physical world. He could feel the microscopic vibrations of the station's life-support arrays, the subtle shift in gravity as the fortress adjusted its orbit, and the dense, suppressed auras of the thousands of cultivators still milling in the lower decks.
Beside him, Sovereign Lyra Veyra was staring at the holographic projection of Earth. Her eyes, governed by the Law of Space, were constantly tracking things ordinary perception couldn't reach. She was watching the spatial fabric around the planet, looking for any micro-tears or destabilization caused by the seed's awakening.
