The Vaelora did not erupt.It tensed.That was the mistake everyone made when they spoke of cities on the brink, and expecting chaos to announce itself with screams and fire. Instead, the streets moved too carefully. Conversations dropped into murmurs. Bonds hummed too loud beneath the skin. People watched the sky, the wards, each other.Exposure had done what violence could not.It had made everyone aware.By nightfall, Raelthorn was operating at full alert. Wolves rotated patrols along rooftops and gate-lines. Witches maintained resonance screens tuned not to repel power, but to listen for interference. The council chamber had been stripped of ceremony, and no banners, no sigils, just strategy and grim resolve.I sat at the center table, the hollow restless but quiet, like a predator forced to wait.“They’ve gone dark,” Aren said, voice tight. “All known council enforcement factions have withdrawn from the city proper.”“That’s not retreat,” Layla replied. “That’s repositioning.”Th
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