The severed frequency lingered in the center of the registry hall after Vella stabilized the three unconscious frontier petitioners.
A faint thread of dark, vibrating energy hovered above the floorboards, its needle-sharp tip pointing unwaveringly toward the eastern wilderness.
'The harmonic was severed from the minds of innocent men, yet the tether remains anchored to its distant sender.'
Aria sealed the morning petition records, while Vella administered soothing drafts to the ferryman as his breathing steadied into normal rest.
Taren carried the public posting boards inside the foyer, posting two armed guards at the main entrance to manage traffic.
"The guild continues processing civilian petitions," the guard captain announced, checking the brass clasps of his breastplate.
"Nobody passes beyond the municipal gate alone until our vanguard confirms that the eastern approach is clear!"
