I didn't wait around to second-guess myself, just lay down on my bed and forced the transition harder than I'd ever pushed before.
The grey mist of the in-between space formed around me and I didn't stop there, didn't settle into the usual meeting spot with Gia. I went deeper, tracking the Harvester's signature through dimensional space like following a scent trail.
I'd felt this wrongness before, every time it marked someone, every time I'd encountered its servants or closed one of its portals. Now I was following that feeling straight to its source, letting it pull me forward through layers of reality I'd never touched.
The mist shifted around me as I moved, responding to my intent. My power flowed out like radar, searching for that specific frequency of corruption the Harvester left
