The second interval began the way the first had ended.
Not with announcement. Not with the kind of perceptible shift that high level cultivation techniques produced when they activated, the atmospheric pressure change or the visible distortion of significant mana manipulation. Simply with a quality change in the space around the monastery's sealed perimeter, the specific character of what the air was doing shifting from the baseline texture that Sera had been reading across the three hours between intervals into something that her sensitivity registered as different in kind rather than simply in degree.
She said: 'Now.'
