"No."
"Cool. Great. Love that for me." Her voice cracked exactly once on the word great and then locked itself back down, and she pulled her hood up. "Moving. Somebody give me a direction before I start setting things on fire, and I don't even have a fire Aspect, so that would be embarrassing for everyone."
I gave them a direction because the lattice gave me one.
It had stopped leaning west. Down here it leaned forward, deeper into the rows, and the pull had gone from a tug to a hand between my shoulder blades pushing.
We moved. Raphael front, me center, Natalia right, Skylar bleeding smoke on the left, Emi at my back with her aura up so bright I could see my own shadow thrown forward on the floor. Soomin took the ceiling, and I mean the ceiling, gauntlets punched into stone eight meters up, running ahead in the dark like something out of a story that ends badly for everybody.
Twenty-two minutes on the clock.
The tanks changed as we went.
