Roric, emboldened, reached out his hand and touched the point of light. The boundary was crossed.
The moment of contact sent a ripple of pure sensation through the crowd, a shared experience of wonder and disbelief that shattered their preconceived notions of reality. Kael, feeling it too, understood that this was not just an interaction, but a merging of consciousness.
From the archives, Elara and Lyra felt the ripple not as a distant tremor, but as a seismic shift in their own being. The map was no longer a subject of study; it was a part of them, and they, a part of it. The first touch was not just Roric’s, but their own.