By morning, the workshop was no longer theirs.

  Sigils sealed the door from the outside, glowing faintly as dawn crept over Aeloria’s spires. Kael sat on a low crate, watching light spill through the cracked window while his thoughts raced faster than his pulse had during the collapse. The rift was gone, but the echo of it still clung to the air, like a scar that hadn’t finished healing.

  Elyra paced near the door, arms crossed, every movement tight with restrained irritation. “They’re taking their time,” she muttered. “Which usually means arguing about who gets jurisdiction.”

  Kael forced a weak smile. “At least they didn’t throw me in a cell.”

  “Yet.”

  The sigils dimmed. The door opened. Three figures entered the workshop with the confidence of people used to being obeyed. Two wore the insignia of the Aelorian Wardens, their armor etched with layered runes. The third was unarmed, draped in layered robes of silver and deep blue, her presence pressing on the room like gravity.

  Her eyes went straight to Kael.

  “So,” she said calmly, “you’re the source of last night’s anomaly.”

  Kael stood slowly. “I stabilized it.”

  Her lips curved slightly. “You caused it.”

  “I fixed it,” he countered, surprising himself with the steadiness of his voice.

  Elyra stepped in beside him. “He prevented a breach. If he hadn’t acted, that rift would have expanded into a district-level incident.”

  The robed woman regarded Elyra briefly, then returned her attention to Kael. “Intent does not erase consequence. You triggered a mana convergence in the center of the city using an unregistered method.”

  Kael swallowed. “I didn’t know city mana behaved differently.”

  “That,” she said, “is exactly the problem.”

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  She introduced herself as Magister Valenne, representative of the Arcane Conclave. Her words were smooth, careful, but every syllable felt measured, weighed for political value. Kael recognized the tone immediately. He’d heard it before, back on Earth, in boardrooms and committees where curiosity and fear shared the same seat.

  “You interfaced magic with structured logic,” Valenne continued. “Not spellcraft. Not ritual. Something else.”

  Kael hesitated. “I’m an engineer.”

  That earned him more attention than anything else he’d said so far. One of the Wardens shifted uneasily. Valenne’s eyes sharpened.

  “An engineer,” she repeated. “And yet you manipulated mana directly.”

  Kael nodded. “I don’t command it. I tune it.”

  Silence followed. Heavy. Intentional.

  Valenne exhaled slowly. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that sounds?”

  “Yes,” Kael said honestly. “That’s why I’m being careful.”

  Elyra snorted softly.

  Valenne studied them both, then turned toward the device still resting at the center of the room. The metal was scorched, the crystals dimmed, but the structure remained intact. Her fingers hovered just above it, not touching.

  “This would destabilize half the Conclave’s doctrines if replicated,” she said. “Which means some will want you silenced. Others will want you owned.”

  Kael felt Elyra tense beside him.

  “And what do you want?” Elyra asked flatly.

  Valenne straightened. “I want to observe.”

  The Wardens escorted them through the streets shortly after. Word had spread faster than Kael expected. He felt it in the way conversations stopped when they passed, in the curious glances, the faint prickle of mana awareness brushing against him. The city noticed him now.

  By the time they reached the Conclave’s outer spire, Kael’s nerves were frayed thin.

  Inside, Valenne stopped before a massive window overlooking the city. “You will not be imprisoned,” she said. “Not yet. You will be registered, monitored, and summoned when necessary.”

  Kael frowned. “That sounds like imprisonment with better lighting.”

  Elyra hid a smile.

  Valenne actually chuckled. “Perhaps. But it also comes with protection. You’ve made yourself visible, Kael. Whether you like it or not.”

  She turned, meeting his gaze squarely. “Aeloria does not ignore anomalies. And you are no longer one. You are a variable.”

  Later, alone on a quiet balcony high above the city, Kael leaned against the railing, staring out at the spires bathed in gold. The weight of it all pressed down on him now—the attention, the expectations, the danger.

  Elyra joined him, close enough that their shoulders touched. “You handled that well.”

  “I think I annoyed them,” he said.

  “Good.” She paused. “People like that should be.”

  Kael glanced at her. “You stayed.”

  “I will,” she said simply.

  Below them, mana currents flowed unseen, weaving through the city like veins. Somewhere deep within those currents, Kael felt a faint pull—subtle, curious, watching.

  He had crossed a threshold.

  And Aeloria would never see him as just another outsider again

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