The grey stone of the Null-Zone was not just a surface; it was a sensory vacuum. As the wagons rolled onto the expanse, the sound of the wooden wheels became a dull, internal thud, and the voices of the group felt like they were being swallowed before they could leave their throats.
"The resonance... it's not just thin here," Lorelei whispered, her form now stabilized by Zero's blue-tinted anchor. "It's absent. It's like the world stopped breathing."
Eren kept his eyes forward. The obsidian veins in his arms were the only thing that felt "heavy" in this weightless environment. He could feel the **Root Tone** in his chest pulsing—not with the frantic hunger of the Archive, but with a rhythmic, measured beat. It was adapting to the silence.
Suddenly, Zero's optic flashed a sharp violet. He scurried to the edge of the lead wagon, his body low, his sensors scanning the "empty" air. He emitted a series of rapid, staccato clicks.
