The three Death's Chosen sat together for the first time the morning after Oren arrived.
Not a ceremony. Not a formal meeting. Kael's mother made tea and put three cups on the kitchen table and went upstairs to the oversight board's morning session and left them to it because that was what the moment required and she understood what moments required.
Nara was at Level 63 by then — eight Framework Inscription nodes embedded in the lower guild district, the advancement guidance reaching every person in range who had received a credit in the past two weeks, two hundred and twelve active suppressions down to forty-seven, the retroactive review's first fifty cases processed with the advancement credits averaging eleven levels returned.
Oren was at whatever Level the System couldn't fully display.
