"Could it be…" he whispered under his breath.
Summoning his halberd beneath his feet, he rose into the air, hovering beside the invisible wall.
The crack in the ground extended straight through the space where the barrier stood, warping the reflection of light faintly. If the quake had damaged the formation, there might be a gap, even a small one, that he could slip through.
Carefully, he reached out. His fingertips brushed against the space where the fissure aligned with the barrier. He felt a pulse of resistance, like pushing into thick water. Then, as he pressed harder, the surface rippled slightly before solidifying once more.
The barrier was still intact.
Han Yu's expression darkened. He touched the area again, moving his hand along it, but the resistance remained constant. There was no weakness, no hint of damage. Only the earth had shifted. The barrier itself was untouched.
