The ancestors gathered.
The calculations were shared.
The results explained.
And then…
The reaction came.
The Elder Council erupted.
Not in chaos.
But in overwhelming emotion.
Voices rose not in anger, but in disbelief. In pure and raw joy, in relief that could no longer be contained.
The sound spread... Through the sanctum, through the forest, through every root and branch that carried the connection of the Heart Tree.
And soon… The entire Mother Forest knew.
The news traveled faster than any messenger.
Faster than any array.
It spread through whispers.
Through shouts.
Through the silent understanding carried by the land itself.
"The Bloodline Shackle… can be removed."
"The foxkin can be saved."
"And the one who did it…"
A single name.
Repeated.
Again and again.
"Lin Mu."
From the youngest cub to the oldest elder…
From the smallest tribe to the strongest lineage…
His name became the most spoken word.
Not as a title.
Not as a legend.
But as something more.
