His vision shattered into a thousand shards before knitting together into something new. Angles overlapped and folded until one point of clarity emerged: Kitsara's bird form soaring high. The ground blurred below due to the speed, turning the world into streaks of color. Quinlan's sight became hers.
When she was far enough from the Fujimori lines, Kitsara slowed and then held her position. Her form became the anchor point in the air, and Quinlan dropped a precise tear in space at the ground beneath. He slashed his hand, and the Warp Gate blossomed.
"It's done. Let's go," he spoke up calmly.
The girls began stepping through one after the other. The portal spat them out a few miles behind the Fujimori lines, even behind where the supply wagons and command tents clustered. They arrived silent and unnoticed.
