The enigmatic unknown signals trembled through an invisible realm. No one knew how far they had traveled, nor what meaning they carried—the faint ripples they stirred in the omnipresent magic field were so slight that even the most powerful and perceptive masters of magic could not detect the traces they left in the atmosphere. Yet after being received and amplified by more sensitive crystal arrays, these imperceptible fluctuations gradually became clear within Sorin Hub's systems, turning into distinct, forceful "sounds" after repeated filtering and enhancement.
Bard and his colleagues had been pursuing this sound for a long time. Even before they established this specialized monitoring department, the scholars who laid the foundations of the Magic Net Hub had been tracking it for even longer.
"The signal density seems to have increased..." A colleague beside him muttered to himself—the things Bard had picked up were now shared with everyone in the room. "These oscillations seem to be getting very dense..."
"This has never happened before..." Bard frowned. "Weren't these signals supposed to be unchanging?"
"Who knows?" The colleague shook his head and looked toward the Holographic Projection in the middle of the room. "Wait, it looks like the image is being converted."
Almost everyone's attention fell on the large Magic Net Terminal in the monitoring center. Lines were emerging within the projected holographic image, rapidly linking together into patterns—this decoding technology from Lady Beltira was now widely used at eighteen monitoring stations throughout the Empire, from the frigid northern ports to the imperial capital in the south, from Paramel Observatory to the main hub in Shilin City. No matter which monitoring station received a signal, it would be decoded through this special "dot-matrix drawing" process and converted into a flat pattern that seemed to carry some sort of meaning.
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