The wound on my flank had scabbed under the plates, but the muscle beneath still pulled every time I changed direction. The skin there was tight and fragile. Each beat sent a beat of soreness through my side, a reminder of how close the paired predators had come to tearing me open. I kept my hum low as I drifted along the far edge of my feeding loop. The water held less prey than before. The Trade Wave had churned everything and then left a dull quiet behind it.

Something felt wrong long before I knew why.

Not a predator lurking. Not a cold seam shifting. Not a storm of plankton. Something deeper. A faint vibration bled through the water, so low and steady that at first I mistook it for the usual background hum of the Dominion. But this one did not fade. It pressed evenly through every current, every layer. It did not belong to hunger or movement. It was too ordered.

Before I could name it, the System reacted.

[Dominion Level Resonance Detected]

[Category: Administrative Signal]

[Intensity: Low]

[Purpose: Unknown]

Administrative. A new word. The System rarely introduced new categories without reason. When it did, everything changed.

I froze mid-kick, letting the current tug my head slightly downward. The vibration grew stronger. It ran through my jaw and along the plates of my throat. My hum shut itself off. I had not chosen to quiet it. My body had. A sign that something older than instinct was stepping into the water.

I waited. The vibration thickened, settling over the world like a second skin. Even the most stubborn sounds faded behind it, as if the sea itself had paused to listen.

Then the pulse struck.

A wide, slow wave rolled across the entire region. It pushed through my ribs like a tide. It was not pain. It was not even pressure. It was a command. Pure and simple, without threat or edge. A rule broadcast to everything with a pulse of its own.

The System responded with more urgency than I expected.

[Command Class: Summons]

[Directive: Relocate]

[Destination: Convergence Node #47]

Relocate. Summons. Destination. As if I were part of some organised deployment.

I pushed down into a darker, colder seam, hoping the pulse would roll past me. The signal followed. It did not move like a predator. It did not chase. It filled every pocket of water, leaving nowhere to hide.

The System warned me again. The tone had shifted to something colder.

[Compliance: Partial]

[Override Imminent If Directive Ignored]

Override. That word pulled something tight inside me. The Dominion had the power to push through my body, not just the water.

The pulse came again, heavier than before. My hum snapped into alignment against my will. I tried to resist it, but the frequency pulled at my bones and jaw until my whole body matched its rhythm. I kicked once, just to prove to myself I still could. The water behind me fluttered weakly. Resistance would not last long.

Then I saw the shapes.

Predators. Many. Their bodies cut through the haze, all moving toward the same distant point. Broad hunters with slow, heavy tails. Needle-thin speed predators that moved like flickers of silver. Scavengers built like drifting knives. Even the big-bellied filter giants that rarely left their lanes.

Every one of them answered the Summons with a pulse of their own.

[Summons Acknowledged]

[Summons Acknowledged]

[Summons Acknowledged]

The sound filled the sea until the water vibrated like one body. A river of predators, abandoning their routes, leaving kills behind, leaving prey untouched. Obeying.

This was not migration. This was roll call.

I slid sideways into the deeper blue, trying to hide again. The pulse followed me, bleeding through the cold and the silence.

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The System cut in sharply.

[Deviation Detected]

[Course Correction Required]

[Integrity Penalty If Directive Ignored]

A shock ran through my muscles. Small, quick, enough to jolt my tail and fold my fins in tight. Not damage. Just a warning.

Ignoring the Summons would hurt me. Maybe kill me.

I rose from the seam and drifted back toward the moving crowd. My wound burned from the effort. I tried to hold my hum down, but it kept lifting toward the Summons tone. The others moved with steady purpose, almost like a stream of living stones rolling along the same invisible path. No conflict. No territorial ripples. No hunting pulses. The Summons had suspended the usual rules.

The System measured what I already saw.

[Aggregate Movement Detected]

[Predator Count: High]

[Compliance Rate: 99%]

I wondered what happened to the one percent that had not responded. The next pulse hit me harder than the first two. My jaw locked for a second. The message was clear. Do not ignore this.

We travelled in a rough arc, predators lining up into loose bands. I drifted between two large hunters who did not spare me a glance. The water felt structured. Not physically. By forced compliance.

The colour of the sea brightened slowly, then shifted again. Ahead, a vertical column of churned water rose like a pillar. Cold water pushed up through it, warm water pressed down like a lid. The whole column pulsed with a steady beat, brighter at the edges and darker at the centre.

Predators spiralled around it, forming a wider and wider ring.

The system identified it.

[Location: Convergence Node]

[Function: Territorial Update / Resource Allocation]

[Status: Active]

Resource allocation. Territorial update. This was not a feeding event. This was management.

I let myself drift inward. The Summons tightened again, drawing me closer whether I wanted it or not.

The central column pulsed. Smaller predators answered with tiny pings. The water filled with rapid clicking pulses, each one logged and returned. A roll call of life.

The System mirrored each pulse.

[Registration: In Progress]

[Classification: Low Tier Predator]

[Status: Orphan Node]

Orphan node. My hum twisted uncomfortably at the label. Alone. Unpaired. Without a hunting partner or a senior link. Not bound to any structure. The Dominion marked that as a gap. To be filled.

Another pulse struck the Node. This one was heavier. Slower. A presence behind the pulse. A presence I recognised.

The same overseer signal that had watched me previously.

A signal so strong it swallowed every hum near it. Even the paired predators lowered their tones.

It swept the Node once. Twice. Slower the third time, as if taking a close look at every predator.

When it hit me, I felt the vibration settle under my ribs as if it had reached inside. My hum spiked without my doing. I tried to cut it off, but the pulse wrapped around my lungs like cold rope.

The system reacted instantly.

[Assignment Complete]

[Handler: Apex Entity: Designation Pending]

[Directive: Report for Integration]

Handler. Integration. Words that felt like they belonged to machines rather than flesh. A handler meant ownership. Control. Training.

The pulse hooked deeper. My tail curled. My throat tightened. The others continued their acknowledgment pings, drifting outward once their registration was completed. None of them looked at each other. None of them looked at me.

I stayed, held by the overseer resonance.

My hum slipped free of me again, aligning with a frequency I did not recognise. Not the Fang Eel. Not prey. Not a predator. Something else.

Something above.

Something woven into the Dominion like a skeleton.

The overseer's pulse faded after marking me, leaving only a faint residual vibration. Enough to remind me that I belonged to something now. Something that had chosen me not because I was strong, but because I was alone.

Predators peeled outward from the Node in organised bands. Some swam in pairs, moving with tight timing. Others followed the flow lines the Node laid out. Only a few stragglers remained behind, drifting near the outer churn, waiting for their turn to be processed.

I backed out slowly. The Summons loosened but did not break. The water felt different now. More eyes in the dark. More structure. Every predator near me seemed aware of the new alignment.

The System offered a final summary.

[Assignment Logged]

[Status: Integrated Node]

[Dominion Expectation: Compliance]

[Next Directive: Await Instruction]

Instruction. The word hung in the back of my mind like a weight, too heavy to swallow.

I drifted far from the Node, back into darker water. My wound stung. My hum trembled. The overseer's pulse still lingered under my ribs.

I had passed through many layers of the sea. Abyss. Vent fields. The Twilight. The Blue Horizon. I had killed a god and eaten things with thoughts. I had fought rival predators and dodged scavengers that circled like shadows.

But nothing had ever claimed me outright.

Not until now.

The Dominion had placed a mark on me. Not a brand on the skin. Something inside.

I kicked once, twice, letting motion steady my breathing.

I had always thought of myself as a single predator working through the sea. Hunting. Growing. Learning. Taking what the world left for me.

Now I understand a truth I had never considered.

The Dominion was not just territory.

It was a hierarchy.

A structure with overseers, summoning signals, Convergence Nodes, assignments, handlers, and protocols.

A machine built out of the ocean.

And now that machine had reached down and fitted me into one of its missing sockets.

I swam slowly through the dimming blue, trying to shake off the pulse still whispering under my ribs. But the echo did not fade. It settled deeper, like a new heartbeat.

Something had claimed me.

And it wanted me to be functional.

And obedient.

And ready.

The Dominion had found a place for me.

Whether I liked it or not.