The pocket dimension remained sealed and warm.
Auroras drifted overhead in slow rivers of violet and soft gold. The cloud-silk bed still carried the faint residual scent of earlier dual cultivation, though days had passed since Runar had last been present in body. Spiritual grass underfoot stayed perfectly lush. The air itself felt richer than before, as if the ongoing digestion outside was quietly leaking refined energy into every space connected to him.
Celestia and Nyla trained without pause.
Celestia sat cross-legged in the center of the hollow, silver hair floating around her shoulders. The living storm lattice of her inheritance circulated in elegant, controlled cycles. Soft currents of wind and violet lightning moved through her meridians with increasing precision. She no longer needed to guide every thread consciously. The framework Runar had woven for her was beginning to anticipate her needs, refining itself in response to her will.
Nyla trained differently.
