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Theo, the Lore apprentice, remembered Elara’s last words: “Unity isn’t agreement. It’s a shared wound that heals better together.”

The island stopped shaking.

When it was over, they stood in a circle, exhausted, covered in sap and soot and magic residue. No one apologized. But Kael handed Mira a new abacus, silently. Juna oiled Rynn’s scratched wrist. Dorn offered his canteen to Theo. Vex nodded once—a gesture that, from them, was a hug. higheredunity

“We need to bind the island,” Elara told the Conclave of Deans. “Not with magic or steel. With a shared purpose. A highered unity .” Theo, the Lore apprentice, remembered Elara’s last words:

So he did something reckless. He sat down in the middle of their bickering and began to sing the Binding Hymn—alone, off-key, in a language no one else understood. No one apologized

One by one, they stopped shouting.

Reluctantly, they agreed.