The message arrived without a sound.
A projection lit up on the library ceiling: the seal of the League, rotating slowly.
Kael looked up from the book in front of him.
He had already expected this.
— They felt it, — he murmured.
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The summons was subtle, but mandatory.
It appeared as floating glyphs in the center of the Mission Hall, visible only to those with an active contract.
The words did not speak. But the presence was clear:
> "Balance disrupted. Harmony unstable. Assessment in progress."
Kael knew exactly what it meant.
The League didn't intervene directly.
But when it sensed emotional fractures, it initiated hidden evaluations.
Tests masked as routine.
Situations designed to expose fragile bonds.
Sometimes... even accidents.
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That night, he gathered the Witch Clan in the glass chamber, a dome with a direct view into the motionless sky of the dimension where the base floated.
— The League is watching us.
The witches exchanged glances.
— They've always watched, — Nikita said.
— Yes. But now... with intent.
Kael paced slowly in a circle.
— Something is coming. I don't know what. Or when. But it will be a test.
And it won't be announced.
Marie stepped forward.
— A mission?
— Maybe.
— Sabotage?
— Maybe.
Helena closed her eyes.
— And if we fail?
Kael stopped walking.
— Then the League revokes the alliance.
And we go back to what we were.
The silence that followed fell like snow.
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The next morning, the base awakened with doors open that had never opened before.
New corridors.
Rooms Kael hadn't seen in decades.
The League had activated the labyrinth.
And the game had begun.
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