We weren't trapped. But we were very, very deep inside the lair.
And for now, we were pretending to be guests.
Full escape was not guaranteed, but hiding was something I was confident I could pull off.
My eyes moved across the third layer as my perception fed me a complete picture of the area. Cargo stations. Medical platforms. Private quarters. Supply depots. Then the three checkpoints Dravon's ship had passed through earlier, each one reinforced and monitored far more tightly than the rest.
After the third checkpoint, there was only the veil shield.
If things went wrong, crossing that shield openly would be suicide. Which meant I needed options, layers of them.
I began my work.
I moved without haste, slipping through space in short, careful jumps. I never stayed in one place for more than a minute. Each time I arrived, I folded a small pocket of space inward, carving it cleanly away from the surrounding void.
Inside each pocket space, I inscribed a teleportation circle.
