They pivoted. A section of the newly moss-stabilized earth was dedicated to the "Harmonic Orchard." Elara and a small team worked with legume seeds, tree saplings, and fast-growing grain grasses. They didn't just broadcast growth harmonics; they crafted specific "songs" for each plant—a robust, grounding rhythm for root development; a light, dancing harmonic for leaf and fruit.
The broadcast now split its time: the relentless, unglamorous detoxification at the frontier, and the miraculous, gentle cultivation at the heart. They showed beans swelling in real-time. They showed pale green shoots of grain rising from grey earth in a day.
Then, they harvested. They cooked a simple stew right there in the Blight Basin, with beans and herbs grown in poisoned ground, hydrated with unified Vitae drawn from a singing well they'd tuned.
Sage, Valentine, Lysander, and Elara ate it in front of the camera. It was a quiet, powerful moment. They weren't just surviving the new world. They were thriving in it, on what had been its worst scar.
Rex Aurelian, commentating from the Spire, found his authentic voice for the first time. "This is not scarcity management! This is plenty, whispered into being! The old world took and left poison. The new world listens, and co-creates! The silence she offers is the silence of a tomb. This… this is the noise of a dinner table, of a family being fed!"
The imagery was undeniable. Charlotte's promise was safety through subtraction. Theirs was safety through partnership and growth.