Finn stood at the edge of the cleared area, watching as the others regrouped near the breach point. He could still sense mana flowing from their world into this one. A steady stream that shouldn't exist anymore.
His frown deepened.
Over the past three days, his constant low-level use of Error Vision had sharpened his sensitivity to reality's imperfections. And now, with time to focus and nothing actively trying to kill him, he noticed something.
There was a wrongness here. Not just the obvious wrongness of an alien plane, but something more subtle. Like a flaw in a pattern that he couldn't quite resolve.
He activated Error Vision, slightly pushing past the extremely watered-down version he'd been maintaining.
There.
No... not there. Somewhere else.
The error kept shifting, evading his focus.
What the hell?
"We're done here," Casmir announced. "Time to return."
