Elara sent the request for a private resonance-assisted legacy session directly to Elizabeth. She specified the original small sanctum beneath the academy complex, the one with the reinforced walls and basic field emitters. No strategic planning this time.
This was about the next generation and how much of the early resonance burden they should carry. She set the parameters for low-level fields only, strong enough to lower emotional barriers and force honesty without overwhelming the participants.
The chamber waited dimly lit when Elara arrived. Two reinforced chairs faced each other in the center. No screens, no audience, no recorders beyond the basic log. Elizabeth sat in one already, posture straight but shoulders showing clear fatigue.
The lines around her eyes had deepened in the past months. Elara took the opposite seat. They reached out and linked hands, palms pressed firm. The field hummed to life around them.
