Roric did not hesitate. The first step had been an act of faith, a leap into the unknown. The second was a conscious choice, a declaration. He was no longer just a Weaver, no longer just a follower. He was an explorer.
With his second step, the pulsing thread of light brightened, its rhythm quickening, as if in response to his courage.
Kael watched the crowd, his earlier fear replaced by a quiet awe. He saw not a mob, but a collection of individuals, each grappling with the same questions, the same hopes, the same fears. He was not their leader, he realized, but their witness.
And from the archives, Elara and Lyra watched, not the crowd, but the map itself. They saw not a tool, but a conversation, a dialogue between a nascent consciousness and a universe waiting to be understood.