Chapter 3595: The Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Sixty-Fourth Echo: The Drawing of Lines

The young Questioner’s challenge did not echo in the silence; it landed, a single, heavy stone in a placid pool, and the ripples spread instantly.

The Stone-Speakers, their faces masks of disbelief and outrage, turned as one to the source of the disruption.

The Questioners, who had been scattered throughout the assembly, felt a jolt of collective energy, a sudden, sharp intake of breath.

The line had been drawn, not in the sand, but in the very fabric of their understanding.