Kaul's rider had to cut the thing beneath her feet.
Between two currents, the caught south root stretched toward breaking. Black water pulled Skykeel forward. Star-water and the following lance held the crystallized end behind. Every heartbeat opened the fracture through another empty room.
Her ruined green sail wrapped the first spear core inside those rooms.
"Cut inward of the crystal," Olsa shouted. "Leave the whole weapon."
Balanced on crystal, she left Kaul's blade buried in the roof seam. "You have mistaken repetition for persuasion."
"My weapon is about to kill you. I am trying clarity."
Behind them, the second lance struck the crosswake's outer curl.
Its point vanished into black water. A chain link followed, then another, each one snapping sideways as the wake bent the weapon around the caught root.
