“I don't know, but I'm tired of this stupid f*****g rift.” With that, she sent the blood hovering behind her onto the tiles. It was torn apart from the combination of attacks from all the “stepped-on” tiles.
Matt's AI pinged him and, from her sigh, Liz saw the message as well. This was a pattern game where they had to guess the solution correctly. The first tornado tile the blood had hit hadn't gone off.
It took them forty minutes to scout out the correct path with Liz's blood, and Matt was still nervous as he traversed the solved puzzle. Their testing, along with their AIs, had found the safe path to the exit, and all three were able to cross without mishap. Still, Matt’s nerves were frayed, and he wanted out.
This rift had started with an attempted robbery at best, and an assassinatio
