Along the fifteen-meter western transport corridor, the reinforced vault doors sealed with a resonant, reverberating thud.
Confirmation pulses traveled across the stone conduits, certifying that zero foreign celestial frequencies followed the fallen prince's body.
The acoustic silence settled over the corridor as the last royal bloodline conduit disconnected from the civic network.
Over the communication stone, the King let out a long, ragged exhale of sorrowful relief.
"The western vaults were engineered during the First Pacification to survive planetary bombardment," the old monarch explained.
"No divine frequency can pierce those lead-lined bulkheads once the hydraulic seals engage," he affirmed with heavy authority.
Princess Didi retreated three paces across the frost line, taking up a guarded position beside Hajin's left flank.
"The western archive is sealed behind five layers of warding lead," she reported, her silver rapier pointed forward.
