My Blood Wizard System
Harlan beside—coffee in hand, hair wilder than yesterday.
General Voss—new face, Joint Chiefs—stern, decorated.
**Colonel Reyes:**
“Storm Queen.
Channel secure.
Shambhala node active?”
I nod.
Second screen blooms—serene light.
The One appears—robes simple, background the crystal lake island.
Monks faint in distance, chanting soft.
**The One (voice calm, resonant):**
“Greetings, children of the revealed and the hidden.
The cycles turn.
We speak as one.”
Third feed—Storm Academy local.