The countdown on the Fallow Slate dropped like an executioner’s blade.
[Accidental Comprehension Countdown: 28 Seconds]
The celestial chords vibrated through the marrow of Kaelen’s jaw. The melody was so pure, so mathematically balanced, that his divine sense began reflexively dissecting the tonal geometry of each note.
If his mind surrendered for five seconds, he would grasp the foundational laws of acoustic resonance.
And grasping acoustic resonance meant active training.
“Not today,” Kaelen muttered through gritted teeth. “I’m not losing four hundred hours of hard-earned sleep to some singing harp.”
[Accidental Comprehension Countdown: 22 Seconds]
Kaelen lunged out of the silk hammock. His lead-blindfolded head nearly struck the low timber beam of the array chamber, but his hands moved with frantic precision.
