The eyes of the trio glowed with golden light as they began their work.
Cain exhaled slowly, then pushed Synchronization to its absolute limit. His consciousness expanded outward, threading itself into the radiant storm before them. He could sense every current—the rhythm and vibration of all thirty-three streams of solar plasma. One by one, he extended his awareness, weaving his mind into the first twenty-five streams until it felt as though the sun itself pulsed through his veins.
The thirty-three streams writhed and bucked like living serpents, each one thrumming with destructive will. Cain moved with infinite care, adjusting their courses, diverting their collision paths while guiding them away from the core of the Gate of Thirty-Three Suns.
At the same time, he helped Alita and Elder Oni, lending them a steady current of guidance. The trio's energies intertwined—three luminous frequencies converging in harmony as they labored to hold the balance.
