"Run that simulation, two-hundred-year window. Compare dungeon birthrates to ley pulse amplitude."
The screen flashed graphs—curves climbing in alarming red. Dungeon births once per decade now nearing every three years. He whistled low. "Triple frequency… someone's yanking the roots out from under us."
He frowned, tapping a new cluster in the mountains. "Forty-three percent is too big to ignore. We need eyes there."
Mikhailis gave a slow nod. "Let's start with Beta-Nine. If we can damp that node before it blossoms, maybe we prevent a century's worth of headaches."
