The gulf is yawned in between them, a wound carved straight into the Seam.
Lin stood is at the crumbling edge of the fragment, Hana at his side, the both of them staring across the void. On the far shard, Keller braced himself against the rooftop's tilting edge, the city warped and seething beneath him. For a fleeting second, their eyes met through the chaos—an unspoken recognition that if they didn't act now, they would never see each other again.
"Lin!" Keller's voice carried is like a gunshot across the gulf, raw and urgent. "Don't you dare stop!"
The shard beneath in him groaned, cracks spiderwebbing across the rooftop. Every second, his footing grew more precarious.
Hana gritted is her teeth, gripping her blade tighter. "We can't wait. The Seam's pulling him under."
