The quiet lasted three days.
Not the kind of quiet that meant nothing was happening. The Triangle was never that simple. Classes continued. Rotations ran on schedule. Students filled the training halls every evening the way they always had.
But the energy stayed steady.
Lucas noticed it during the morning drills.
People were calmer. The frantic rush to prove one method superior had faded. Students moved through formations with a little more patience, testing adjustments before committing to them.
Mistakes still happened.
They just didn't explode into arguments anymore.
Lucas leaned against the rail during one rotation block and watched a group of C-tier students attempt a complicated compression pattern they probably shouldn't have been trying yet.
The first wave almost collapsed their formation.
They recovered awkwardly.
Lucas waited for the shouting that normally followed.
Instead one of them laughed and said, "Alright, that clearly doesn't work."
The others nodded.
