Zeus kept them pressed in the mixed lanes.
The markings here were weak, and the traffic sparse, for a while. Then it stopped helping. The lingering ache in the seam was far more tiring than it had any right to be. Density dragged at their pace, long after they had left it behind.
Wukong stood at the front. "Ahead the road divides. Left is denser, right is empty."
"Right," said Zeus.
They took the empty road. It remained so for a short while. Then Hermes raised his hand.
"Back trail is tightening."
Athena measured the angle. "Sera's line?"
"Wide net. Closing to us in stages." said Hermes.
Poseidon wiped at his brow. "We push harder."
"We push blind," said Hades, "blind speed makes a better trail."
Kratos fell to the rear unbidden. Odin took the weight in his gut and shook his head. "Another line moves wide on our flank. Not Sera."
