Darae arrived at a run, which he'd never seen her do before. She took in the boundary, his position, the faint shimmer of Heat Veil projecting outward from him, and started deploying threads without asking for a briefing, which was exactly the right call. The pale silver ran from her fingertips in multiple streams, finding the dimensional boundary at the edge of the bleed and weaving into it with the practiced precision of someone who had been doing this in Fracture interiors for a year and had a better understanding of how her class worked than the guild had ever given her credit for.
'The threads are catching,' she said. 'The dimensional material has a structure I can anchor to. It's not stable but it's sufficient.' 'How long can you hold it,' he said. She was already working at the li
