He sent them up the center line ahead of any living foot. The first one made four steps before the marked mud drained it out from under its own weight and it dropped into a pile of bone. The second made it six — far enough to cross the thick line itself — before it came apart, and James watched exactly how fast the ground pulled it down.
Six steps. That was the window. Not long.
"Cillian. Center line, where the second one fell. Everything you've got."
Cillian brought both hands together and the air around them started to scream.
"Maeve. Brand it the second he's ready."
"Ready," Cillian said. His whole body had gone tight around the charge.
Maeve threw the brand. The thick line lit orange down its length.
"Now," James said, and fired Necro Blast down the path at the same point.
Cillian released.
BOOM.
