Chapter 3456: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Twenty-Fifth Echo: The World’s First Word

The voice was not a sound, but a feeling. A slow, deep pulse that emanated from the bridge and the world it had created.

It was the world itself, waking up.

Elara felt it as a tremor in her own heart, a recognition of a new consciousness.

The Unweaver, for the first time, felt something akin to surprise.