The first note Mishka sang was pure and clear, hanging in the air like a crystal suspended in sunlight. As it resonated throughout the chamber, the violent tremors slowed, the chaotic energy patterns steadying into rhythmic pulses. The second note joined the first, not replacing it but intertwining, creating a harmony that existed in multiple dimensions simultaneously.
Bruce felt the vibrations through his hand clasped in Mishka's, a sensation that traveled up his arm and into his chest, awakening something primal in his wolf nature. The animal within him—usually so separate from his human consciousness—suddenly merged into perfect balance, both aspects of his being fully present and aware.
"It's working," Nathaniel whispered, his scientific equipment now completely useless, his naked senses providing more information than any instrument could capture.