They found Ryaenara in a sea of poison.
The chase had torn across the Dimension in folds of white-blue light, Hvitrmarr's inherited might swallowing gigaparsecs between wingbeats, and through the bond, Noah felt the moment her borrowed senses and his emulated weavings finally triangulated on a single vibrant thread, burning loose and profane and utterly alive at the heart of a region drowned in verdant miasma.
Ryaenara!
The poisoned expanse opened below them, an ocean of green-gold murk where toxin had replaced weather, and at its center, the Antiquity was fighting! Her radiant figure wove through collapsing structures of venom as her opponent filled the horizon behind her, a Cenozoic True Lifeform in the shape of a massive verdant frog, mountainous and glistening, its throat-sac swelling with lakes of miasma, its bulbous eyes tracking her with the patient hunger of a creature that had dissolved everything it had ever met.
And Hvitrmarr did not slow.
