Sera felt the seam give from three layers away.
Coverage wasn't a wall you watched with your eyes. It was a projection of decision, an extension, and when nine residual signatures forced themselves through a defect she'd already flagged as ugly, the break was an insult against her very being. One moment her claim over the extracted cluster was continuous and the next it was open air and vanishing trails.
She was already moving before the secondary reports were formed.
The control spine of the working region blinked under her presence as she entered it and the local operators fell silent mid-sentence. Screens of the residual law surrounded the forced seam, replaying the passage in compressed sequence: disguised approach, hard contact, bodies tearing through conflicting laws, the outer feed accepting them one after another. She watched the last signature clear the cut and felt something cold and sharp settle under her ribs.
Not shock.
Fury.
