The prison's nullstone slabs lifted into a spatial tear before Ferra finished checking the mounting rails beneath its transport collar. The whole chamber slid westward with the child, twelve needles, soul membrane and folded glass sealed inside one moving monolith.
"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," Hajin yelped, ripping the Chain free as the floor lurched.
Rumi opened her Wing at the touched threshold while Nari caught its trailing edge before the approach vanished.
"Mine," Rumi snarled, hooking her claws into the seam.
"Hold the edge you touched, and that's all!" he barked, planting his feet behind the tested brace.
"No picking a direction, we don't chase a road until we can see where the damn thing ends."
'Seven roads under the foundation, six fake returns, and his blood command expects me to guess where she lands.'
