Through thirty paces of solid collapsed bedrock, the frantic acoustic resonance of four newly awakened wings vibrated along the scarlet ribbon while Hajin pressed his palm against the wall to follow them.
Nari pressed her knees around the spatial piton and shifted its crimson light toward the sealed fissure where Hajin's voice still reached her.
"I have Many Roads active right now!" the elder sister's muffled voice echoed through the microscopic stone pores, desperate and trembling with sisterly love.
"I can fold a direct pathway through the rubble and yank you back into the staging hall!"
Nari touched the taut linen ribbon on her left wrist, her lynx ears flicking backward as calculation replaced any personal terror.
"You cannot pull me through that rubble, big sister," the younger scout answered, her voice steady and deliberate in the subterranean quiet.
