Reed's palms bled as he tore through the fabric of reality itself. The dimensional weaving technique gifted by the Voice Between required sacrifice—physical, mental, and something deeper that had no name in human language. Behind him, what remained of his expedition fought a desperate battle against the Watcher constructs pouring through circular portals.
"We can't hold them!" Eliana shouted, her fused arm pulsing with violent energy as she directed it toward three advancing constructs. The blast that erupted from her warped flesh dissolved their metallic components but left their organic parts writhing on the ground, still attempting to reform. "There are too many!"
Vorn, using his multiplied eyes to track attacks from all directions, parried a construct's blade with his forearm, which had developed a chitinous exoskeleton. "Reed, whatever you're doing, do it faster!"
