He went to the eastern district's stable corridor in the morning.
Not to zone sixteen first. To the connection point—the sealed passage the road network had made during the eastern district event, the place where the sovereign seed's road connection ran closest to the surface. If the entity had sent something through the road network and Mira had felt it arrive at the vault pair, this was the point where that something would be most clearly readable.
Mira came with him. She held the vault pair in both hands, the shells still carrying the intermittent pulse she had felt the night before—slower now, quieter, but present.
He stood at the corridor's centre and initiated Sovereign Dominion through the floor.
Not pushing outward. Not communicating. Receiving. He held the sovereign output at the floor's substrate level and let the road network carry what was in it upward rather than directing his signal down.
What came back was not words and not images.
