The signal hit without warning.
Across the Weave, every connected node lit up at once. The air thickened, then started to hum. Not noise—harmony. Perfect, layered tones that drilled straight into the skull and settled behind the eyes.
Scar districts picked it up first, their jagged edges acting like amplifiers. The sound spread outward in visible waves, distorting space into clean, symmetrical patterns.
Kael stood on a cracked platform overlooking one of the worst scar zones on Node 17. The district had always been a mess of half-rebuilt structures and angry people. Now it looked almost peaceful. Too peaceful.
"They're singing," Jiro said beside him. His crystal marks glowed faintly along his arms, reacting to the resonance. "The Void Choir. They finally flipped the switch."
