The Birth of the Third Tone — "The Voice Between Worlds"
The resonance deepened.
Eren's song carried across the skies like a wave of dawn and dusk entwined, threading together the twin harmonies of light and dark. The air itself became a living score—lines of melody shimmering like ribbons through the heavens.
But beneath it all, that third tone stirred again—neither bright nor shadowed, neither creation nor remembrance.
It was transition.
The voice of what could be.
Eren knelt beside a river of light and placed his hand upon it. The water rippled, but instead of reflection, he saw movement—the image of a realm not yet born. A place beyond sound, where melody folded back into silence and became something entirely new.
Lyra approached quietly. "You feel it too, don't you?"
Eren nodded. "It's… trying to emerge. The world's harmony isn't breaking—it's shedding."
He looked up, eyes glinting with both awe and dread. "It's not just evolution anymore, Teacher. It's ascension."
