The morning after the Voluntary Offering Night brought a new tension to the Spire.
The silver fractures had spread further overnight. They now covered more surface area on nearly every chain and necklace—thick, branching veins that shimmered even in daylight.
Women traced them with fingertips, some with awe, others with quiet fear. The visible marks had become a shared language among the growing circle of allies.
Cat and Lulu spent the morning in their private chamber, speaking openly about the previous night. "The fractures make me feel seen," Cat admitted. "But I still feel his eyes on us."
Lulu nodded. "So do I. But the light feels warmer when we stand together."
Bri and Luna practiced small voluntary touches in the garden, reinforcing their bond. Elara and Lira met with Isolde and a handful of others in a shaded salon. The conversation was careful but determined.
