Days passed.
The kind of days where victory was measured by fewer alarms, slower tremors, and reports that used words like stable instead of catastrophic.
In the West, Marie, Kaia, Sylra, Marina, Skittles, and the slime teams worked through damaged leyline routes one by one.
Skittles described the work as fixing an ugly song.
Marie described it as preventing a continent from limping itself into collapse.
Both were accurate.
The slimes became the quiet heroes of the restoration.
They flattened themselves along leyline flow, listened to the rhythm beneath stone, and pulsed back in careful patterns until false beats loosened and natural movement returned.
Skittles led them with solemn authority that lasted until someone praised him.
Then he became unbearable.
Across the other continents, the slime teams worked just as well.
