Mira at the apex this morning, Valeria at the secondary anchor, me at the tertiary. Kira on Liora's shoulder above us at the cavern's threshold, the fox steady. Liora and Draven at the threshold with the surface team via the long-distance bond network Lucien had established three months ago.
The session opened.
The entity registered our presence the way it had registered our presence across the past two months — slow, deep, the heart-shape acknowledgment that came when the team's combined affinities entered its proximity. The corrupted material at the boundary began its slow transition under our combined channeling. Valeria's Infernal anchor held. My Void provided the structural frame. Mira's Abyssal — clean, the only such Abyssal channeling on the continent — acted as the bridging medium.
We worked.
Forty minutes into the session, the entity spoke.
