The Yard's map opened on the muster glass, a lattice of platforms with Serian's finger already on it. She traced the shutdown as it climbed, node after node going dark. Each dead node dropped its links in the order the board had posted the ranks.
Nox stood over the downed rector, the arm still splinted from the duel and the shoulder under it screaming. The first gate Kest had closed sat dead on the lattice, and the death crawled outward along every lit line.
