Petra carefully wrapped the core in salvaged fabric, her enhanced perception still recoiling from the malevolent energy it radiated. "Whoever fought here operated at power levels that "
She froze mid-sentence.
The sensation hit them both simultaneously a tremor in the dimensional fabric that made the air taste like copper and ozone. But this wasn't coming from all directions like the chaotic white rift that had consumed them. This disturbance had a source, a direction.
Gareth's earth manipulation locked onto it instantly, his analytical mind processing what his abilities were detecting. "The dimensional weak point," he breathed, turning toward the coordinates his clones had mapped days ago. "The energy fluctuations I identified they're spiking."
