The sites answered in different voices.
A human operator spoke into Juno’s separate line from the original workshop ground. An interpreter repeated the dungeon site’s readiness after its local engineer had checked the independent gauge. The guild enclosure reported last. Its isolated route had passed the additional comparison, and the shelter residents had received the explanation before anyone began preparing the live connection.
Juno wrote the time of each reply.
Outside the workshop, Eli could hear ordinary traffic held at the temporary crossing. A cart driver was complaining about the delay. Bram’s deputy explained how long the work would last and offered the open route around the next building. The driver chose to wait. That answer had a cost measured in a short argument and a few lost minutes. It felt almost mercifully clear.
The trial itself was smaller than the map made it look.
No line reached the prison’s central reservoir. The apparatus would sustain a modest field under bounded conditions, using the corrected contribution estimates and a withdrawal planned in advance. It would not reproduce full pressure. It would not release a captive. Juno had placed those limits at the top of the operating sheet, where nobody could miss them while reading the order to begin.
