Vergil wasted no time trying to interpret the disappearance of the six marks. As soon as he understood they had not been destroyed, only torn out of Helheim's normal structure, he closed his hand in front of the three-dimensional map and focused all his attention on the last point where he had been able to feel them. The red lines compressed into a precise coordinate, combining physical position, spiritual signature, and the momentary direction of the pull. Brynhildr realized what he intended to do and immediately stepped closer, but she had only managed to open her mouth before Vergil grabbed her by the waist.
Space folded around them.
