"Send."
The runner turned and sprinted.
The captive Walker on the soil tray wrote.
YOU HELP.
Then:
SYNC.
Mikhailis's blood went cold.
Serelith leaned in, voice low. "It's taunting."
Elowen's face stayed still. "Ignore it."
Lira's eyes narrowed. "Do not feed it."
Rhaen whispered, "They planned that bell."
Mikhailis nodded once.
So Cerys catching it was part of the rhythm.
He needed to know what was happening at the watch post.
He needed eyes.
But eyes were dangerous.
So he did the only safe thing.
He lowered his gaze like he was reading a map.
And inside his head, he listened.
Mikhailis's stomach twisted.
So if we intercept, we help. If we don't intercept, people die. Beautiful.
