The stale, cold air of the subway tunnel pressed in on them, a physical manifestation of the oppressive silence. The only light came from Specter's violet eyes and a few hand-cranked lanterns—anything with a battery or energy cell was useless within fifty meters of their target's last known location.
They had been tracking the 'Null' for hours, following the void it carved in Specter's sensorium. It was like chasing a ghost that erased the world behind it.
"This is wrong," Emma finally hissed, her voice loud in the unnatural quiet. She stamped out a small, frustrated flame in her palm that kept dying. "We're walking into a freezer blind. We should have drawn it out. Lured it to a place we control."
"And how do you propose we lure something that is attracted to the absence of stimulus?" Celestia countered, her voice a clipped whisper. "Setting a trap requires bait it wants. It wants nothing. It consumes nothingness itself."
