The ring pulsed.
The creature moved toward him.
Not south. East. Toward the boundary, toward the signal, toward the direction that led back into the dimensional space it was continuous with. The tracking logic overrides the south-moving momentum, the eight limbs redirecting with the fluid coordination that shouldn't have been possible at this scale and was anyway.
Darae's threads stretched with the reorientation, the anchor points moving, and he heard her make a sound that wasn't quite pain but was adjacent to it.
'Hold,' he said.
'Holding,' she said, through her teeth.
The creature was moving east. Toward the boundary. Toward him, specifically, toward the ring's signal, which was in the same direction.
He looked at the overlay boundary shimmer two metres to his left.
He looked at
