The chamber darkened the moment the envoys stepped through the corridor of light.
Not a hostile dark, but a reverent one. As if the Tower itself lowered its volume in respect. The hum of restored conduits, the faint echo of energy lines, even the pulsing heart of the Gateworks quieted.
Leon stood at the center of the chamber, his team behind him in a loose half-circle—silent but watchful.
The first figure stepped forward.
She moved with a rhythm that made the air vibrate. Her body shimmered in long, flowing robes woven from strands of audio-reactive silk. Her face was hidden behind a mirror-steel mask shaped like a musical note—one that pulsed in sync with her heartbeat.
"Rhythm Sovereign Leon," she said, her voice a layered harmony of alto and whisper. "We are the Envoy Triad of the Deep Harmonics Choir. We have come to witness the resonance… and to offer the Accord."
Leon said nothing. He watched.
