The rift looked angry.
Not metaphorically angry.. actually, visibly pissed off that we were here. It pulsed with aggressive purple-black light, and the air around it felt hostile in a way the previous rifts hadn't.
"It knows we're here," I said.
"They all know we're here now," Azryth replied. "Veyrith's made sure of it."
I activated my X-ray vision, and my stomach sank.
The anchor points were nested again, three layers, just like Seoul, but these were reinforced differently. Thicker, denser, more deliberately protected.
"He's not just adapting," I said. "He's innovating."
"Wonderful."
Behind us, I heard Ryota say something in Japanese to his hunters. Whatever it was, it made them spread out slightly, positioning themselves for better observation angles.
Or better firing positions.
Hard to tell.
"Ignore them," Azryth said quietly.
"Easier said than done when they're watching like we're about to summon demons."
"I'm already here. That ship has sailed."
