{Enki | Torrentus}

Tameka flew as fast as she could across the continent of Torrentus. Pretty certain Razor had lied to her about the last of his energy reserves. Also pretty certain someone could’ve found a Seamswalker to help her by now. But that was fine, because here they were.

Smith and Lucas kept up, fueled by the occasional bursts of energy from Tameka’s overflowing well. No dramatic speeches. No light-hearted comments. Only pure adrenaline was between them.

With Silence haphazardly in her arms—Elden, this woman was tall—Tameka flew into a glass dome, obviously housing the bridge as nothing else was out here. They followed the gangways, trusting her innate sense of direction until lights appeared along them—No, not all of them. At each junction, only one path was lit. Less begrudgingly, Tameka said, “Thank you, Razor.”

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Lucas muttered similar praise.

Smith smiled with delight.

Whatever Sagan had done to that man, Fury wanted it bottled and packaged for all their future enemies—

No.

No more enemies.

Only the future lay ahead.

And that’s what Tameka was soaring toward. Her son. Her love. And her family—

A bright white light from behind cast their shadow ahead. It grew longer still as the light expanded. As if seeking them, it followed Tameka, Smith, and Lucas through the paths of the dome, and it moved much faster. All three surged forward.

Keep moving.

Don’t think about what it meant for Rayne.

Pax.

Xelan.

Ishkur.

“Silence, hang on. We’re taking you home.”