The space between routes did not care who deserved to survive. That was why I had to.
Void Step did not ask where I wanted to go. It asked what I was willing to leave behind.
Stepping between with other people was worse.
Alone, the space between pages wanted to eat me quietly. With Team Seven anchored around me, it had options.
Aiden's light stretched into a golden thread at my right. Seraphina's barrier became a thin pulse over my dead hand. Liora's presence burned red on my left, impatient even inside impossible geometry. Elara's root tied around my ankle like a promise made by the ground. Nyx pinned my shadow with one knife. Valeria's contract flame followed behind us, carrying evidence. Ren's lantern trembled ahead of me.
Too many anchors.
Too many lives.
Too many ways to fail.
The space between opened.
No floor. No sky. No walls.
Pages.
