The next morning Evan and Brumdir climbed out of the dwarven tunnels as the sun rose in pale gold light. The air felt fresher above ground but the weight of the previous night’s discoveries clung to Evan’s thoughts. Three anomalies at once. Pulses interacting across regions. Underground mana reacting to forest mana. Patterns far larger than he expected.

Brumdir slapped him on the shoulder. “You carry the look of someone who saw the mountain’s secrets.”

Evan exhaled. “Because I did. And they worry me. These patterns are connected. Too connected. Magic behaves like a global network.”

Brumdir blinked. “Global what”

“Never mind,” Evan muttered. “But whatever is affecting your mountains might affect the elves and other regions too.”

Brumdir nodded gravely. “Then you must tell the elves. And their Elders. Even if they do not like what they hear.”

They began the journey back. The forest grew brighter as they approached the elven borders. Birds with shimmering wings flew through glowing branches. The soft mana breeze felt gentle and warm. But Evan sensed instability beneath it. A quiet wobble. A weak but noticeable pulse interference.

Lyriel was waiting at the gate when they arrived. Her eyes widened when she saw dwarves escorting Evan back.

“Evan,” she said, expression tense. “We felt tremors from here. What happened in the mountains”

Brumdir stepped forward. “The human predicted a quake. Saved my workers. Saved half a mountain shaft. And he stopped a fissure from blowing open.”

The elves gasped. Lyriel’s eyes filled with shock and admiration. “You did all that”

Evan nodded slowly. “But it is not the quake itself that worries me. It is the pattern behind it.”

They walked to the Hall of Branches where elders awaited them. The golden robed Elder frowned seeing dwarves inside the sacred hall.

“Why does Ironforge enter our city uninvited”

Brumdir slammed his heavy boots on the floor. “Because your human saved our lives. And because your world is shaking same as ours.”

The Elders stared at Evan.

Evan stepped forward. “Three crises happened at once. Underground pressure spikes. Beast cluster movement. Forest mana drift. They all aligned. That should be impossible unless there is a shared pattern.”

Lyriel whispered, “A continent wide mana cycle.”

Evan nodded. “Yes. If we chart it we might predict disasters far earlier. But we need cross region data.”

The golden Elder stiffened. “Sharing data with dwarves is unthinkable. Their magic is crude.”

Brumdir growled. “Crude but alive. More than can be said for blind traditions.”

The Hall erupted with tension.

Evan raised his hand. “If you refuse to cooperate the mountain quakes will grow. The storms will grow. The beasts will act in ways you cannot control. These are not separate events. They are signals.”

The silver haired Elder studied Evan quietly. “You believe the world speaks through patterns.”

“Always,” Evan said. “But no one is listening. Until now.”

Lyriel stepped forward softly. “Elders you saw what his dashboards can do. He predicted the storm. He stabilized our training. He protected the dwarves. If there is a larger pattern we must study it.”

The golden Elder glared. “And if this human’s numbers lead us to chaos”

Evan met his gaze. “Then we rethink them. But ignoring numbers because they frighten you is worse than any chaos they reveal.”

Silence filled the hall.

Finally the silver Elder spoke. “We vote.”

Most Elders raised their hands in approval. Only one kept his hand down.

The vote passed.

The silver Elder turned to Evan. “You may study continental mana. But you must proceed carefully. The world is woven with delicate threads.”

Brumdir grinned. “Delicate or not the human sees them clearer than any elf.”

The golden Elder scowled. “He walks a dangerous path.”

Evan nodded. “I know.”

After the meeting Lyriel walked with Evan through the quiet treetop paths. “The Elders fear what you may find.”

Evan sighed. “So do I.”

Lyriel looked at him gently. “But still you walk forward.”

“Because that is what analysts do,” Evan said. “We find the truth even when it scares us.”

Lyriel touched his arm lightly. “Then let us find it together.”

For the first time Evan realized he was not alone.
Data was spreading.
People from different races were starting to understand its power.

And this world’s secrets were deeper than he imagined.