The fight spilled past the limits of the room.
As the floor pitched and folded, Seris and Vencian ended back to back by instinct rather than plan. They did not check each other's position. They moved as if the information already sat between them.
Malox's pressure kept the ground unreliable, distances stretching and snapping as he pushed paths into places they refused to fit. Therell's presence crowded the air, intent pressing in from all sides, searching for attention to seize.
Stone gave way beneath them and then returned at the wrong angle. Vencian adjusted on reflex, stepping where the ground chose to exist rather than where it should. Seris shifted with him, her stance precise, her balance untouched by the distortion.
Between dodges, she spoke once. "Is there a plan, or was Aline's escape chaos you hoped would hold."
"Can you take that guy alone," Vencian asked, already moving.
"Eventually," she said. "But not if that maid interferes."
