Chapter 2978: The Two Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Seventh Echo: The World’s First Quiet Breath

The first change was subtle.

A new color bloomed in the river, a soft, pearlescent shimmer that was neither of the light nor of the world’s inherent palette.

Then, a new note resonated from the heart of the stone, a low, gentle hum that harmonized with the river’s flow in a way that was entirely new.

It was the world breathing its first, quiet breath, a sign that the potential of the motes was taking root in its very soul.