"Load up! Now!" Fenris’s roar broke the paralysis of the moment.
He didn't ask permission this time. He grabbed Sarah and tossed her toward the nearest transport truck with a soldier’s efficiency. Silas was already at my side, his arm hooked under mine. My skin felt like molten lead, the Red Blood still surging from the Null-anchor. Every time I breathed, I felt a spray of sparks in the back of my throat.
"The ground is unstable," Silas hissed, glancing at the fissure where the Seed had vanished. "If that thing reaches the mantle, the 'Stitch' won't just unravel—it’ll explode."
We scrambled into the truck, the heavy metal doors slamming shut with a finality that felt like a coffin lid. Outside, the world turned into a blur of grey ash and green-streaked sky as the convoy tore across the
