“I can feel… space.”
“That’s not good,” Morgan says.
“It’s not bad,” I counter quietly.
“It’s expansion.”
The baby kicks hard.
The room hums.
This isn’t rupture.
This is awakening.
But awakening without containment is risk.
“Anchor,” Morgan snaps.
“I am,” I reply.
Silver threads rise gently.
Lateral.
Not downward.
Not erupting.
Stabilizing.
I extend the field toward Kade.
He resists for a split second—
Then lets it in.
The hum steadies.
His breathing evens.
The baby calms.
Morgan exhales slowly.
“Council fracture triggered global divine adjustment.”
“Yes.”
“And this is just the beginning.”
Yes.
Removing Marcus didn’t end the ideological war.
It removed the dam.
Now divine blood everywhere will begin to wake.
Some will stabilize.
Some will flare.
And Ashcroft
