The convergence currents pouring through the chamber gathered toward a single point near the center of the hall, creating a vortex of silver light so intense that the ancient symbols engraved throughout the First Throne began illuminating in synchronized patterns. Every wall, every pillar, every hidden channel buried beneath the mountain responded to the phenomenon, and for several long moments nobody dared move because everyone could feel the significance of what was happening.The Echo was arriving.Not through force.Not through conquest.Not through destruction.It was simply arriving.The realization carried enormous weight because for generations the Echo had existed as an idea more than a reality, a shadow hidden behind myths, warnings, fragmented records, and centuries of fear. Entire cultures had spoken its name with caution. Entire histories had blamed it for disasters stretching back beyond living memory. Yet now, standing within the heart of the First Throne, surrounded by
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