Dark mana surged across the copper junction boxes as Vella knelt at the primary nexus beneath the shattered willow grove.
Around the sunken perimeter, dozens of severed conduits hissed, venting faint purple vapors where Eirwen broke the central command wave.
Behind her, Hajin stood with his feet planted firmly against the damp earth, anchoring the equipped Spirit Ring contract between them.
The physical tether hummed against his palm, carrying the brutal psychic backwash of the national network without flinching.
"Every secondary conduit is pulsing in erratic triplets," Vella whispered, her dark eyes tracking the violent spikes across the copper manifold.
"Can your contract take the full feedback if I sever three nodes simultaneously?"
"Take as many as you need," Hajin answered with complete confidence.
"I can hold this link until midnight without breaking sweat."
