Time passed.
Not measured.
Not counted.
Only experienced.
The hall remained unchanged.
Silent.
Still.
But within that stillness—
Something continued to move.
Slowly.
Steadily.
It was not a physical movement, but a shift, a subtle undulation in the fabric of existence itself.
Karna remained in place.
Eyes closed.
Breathing even.
His form was unmoving, a statue, almost carved from stone. Yet within, the vast intricacies of the universe were unfolding, aligning.
But inside—
Everything had changed.
Not in ways that were immediately visible, not in ways that could be felt by the naked eye, but within him—within the very essence of his being—the flow had shifted.
The flow—
Clear.
Stable.
No longer scattered.
No longer uneven.
The chaotic, jagged currents that once tugged him in every direction had smoothed out. He felt as though the vast sea of potential around him had found its shore, its boundaries, its purpose.
Every connection—
Aligned.
Every movement—
