The exit corridor led them back to the central hall.
It looked as though nothing had changed.
But everything was different.
The witches walked in silence, eyes low or distant.
Kael stayed at the back, observing.
— The League saw us, — he said quietly. — From the inside.
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In the mission hall, the panel lit up on its own.
It wasn't a jump command.
Nor a formal summons.
It was something new.
A single phrase:
> "The bond is sealed. Stone and Mist."
Kael stared at the screen.
— Mist... — he echoed.
— They gave us a name, — said Helena behind him.
Kael didn't answer.
He knew what it meant when the League gave a name.
It wasn't a title.
It was a spiritual seal.
—
That night, Kael climbed to the base's rooftop.
The city of Brussels, still asleep beneath layered fog, stretched in the distance.
Otrho appeared — as always, unannounced.
— Was that an approval? — he asked.
— It was a warning, — Kael replied. — We're a unit now.
— Stone and Mist?
— Stone and Mist.
Otrho sat on the ledge.
— Does it change everything?
Kael paused a moment.
— No. It only confirms what was already becoming true.
—
The next day, a new message awaited in the mission hall.
It was a jump.
Year: 1910.
Location: Cairo, Egypt.
Kael looked at the panel. Then at the gathered group.
— Prepare yourselves.
— The League wants us in the desert.
And thus, the next cycle began.
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Enjoying the journey? Strengthen the bond between Command and Mist. Vote with Power Stones.
Each stone is confirmation. Stone and Mist remain unshaken.
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