The final stretch of the decades arrived without announcement.
There was no sudden shift in the air, no dramatic omen, no external force declaring that the end of this long road was near. It simply became clear one quiet morning that the nature of their training had to change. Runar felt it first, the same way he felt most things — through the complete clarity of Absolute Comprehension reading the density of their foundations and confirming that further external pressure would no longer serve them.
He stopped introducing new truths.
There was nothing left that needed to be taught in the old way. Everything of value that the Multiverse could offer them had already been given, refined, and absorbed. What remained was compression. The long, careful work of taking every principle, every insight, every fragment of experience they had gathered across the decades and folding it inward until the foundation could bear the weight of departure.
