He descended inward — not with force, but with the practiced breath of stillness, like a diver slipping beneath the surface of memory and meaning.
The inner world greeted him.
A vast sea of light and silence, where threads of his affinities glowed in slow constellations. Here, the layers of his soul stretched like a dreamscape — ordered, contained.
Until now.
There — at the deepest edge — something pulsed.
Five pulses.
Old. Familiar. But stirred.
Ethan approached them. Slowly.
Each beat held weight.
Galeno was first — the Divine Tortoise — his vast presence like a mountain beneath the ocean, unmoving but suddenly restless. Cracks of golden light rippled across the inner realm floor as his shell shifted.
He was awakening.