Fsssshh.
The rune flared. Not brightly, not violently, but with a subtle shimmer, as though the very air outside the cell had folded upon itself. The faintest ripple of spatial law pulsed outward, invisible to ordinary eyes, but to Max it was as clear as a lantern in the dark.
He straightened, heart steady. 'There it is. My thread.'
Closing his eyes, Max reached out with his soul, his Three Dimensional Body weaving itself into the lattice of space. His own comprehension of the Level 3 Concept resonated with the wisp outside, a bridge forming between prisoner and freedom. The walls, the runes, the locks—all meaningless. Only the space itself mattered.
A sharp breath.
A twist of will.
And Max vanished.
One moment he was inside the spiritglass cage, hidden by the illusion of a broken elf. The next, his form flickered and reassembled just outside, standing with his back pressed flat to the wall beside the glowing rune.
