The fog lanes fell away from them in transfers until the nine stood within a sealed Continuum hall that did not claim to be a prison, or free.
Pale stone and muted gold thick with unburied law. No scavenger traffic, no nets for recovery visible. Tohu's claim on temporary grounds hovered over the space like a breath, while Jehovah's supervision rendered the air as something weighted for inspection. Sera was not present and the feeling was more loss than triumph.
Poseidon was the first to talk after the escort withdrew. 'So this is the nicer cage.'
'It's a holding site under temporary protection,' Athena said, though she was studying the hall's entrances thoroughly. 'Call it what's it supposed to be. We can stand here and not be seized for the time being, that's all.'
Wukong tested his bruised shoulder, using his staff to lean. 'I preferred when the possessors had the grace to pursue.'
