Xin ran.
The capital was two days south. The mass was already there. Already pushing up through the fourth anchor point.
He hit the Chorus hard. "Ren. Answer."
Nothing.
"Ren!"
Static. Then a broken response. "Xin... ground is moving... under the palace..."
"Get everyone out. Now."
"Can't... council members are... trapped..."
The connection cut.
Xin pushed his body harder. His lungs burned. His legs screamed. Two days was too long.
He needed faster.
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Dao Chen caught up to him an hour later.
Eastern school was done. The anchor point there was neutralized. But Dao Chen's face was pale.
"I felt the fourth point," Dao Chen said. "Through the network. It is bigger than the other three combined."
"Wei Long saved the biggest for last."
"Where is Wei Long?"
Xin pointed back. "Le
