Ashen Threshold did not allow them passage quietly.
The boundary had the feel of a pale tear against Continuum law, wide enough for a war-line and thin enough to feel unsteady beneath the gaze. One moment the nine were still along the mapped route-edge. Then the world beneath their feet turned to ash-glass and dying endings. Thick air pressed the sound from ears. Residual force in Zeus rose in a tight protest against the pressure before settling into a cautious hum.
"Formation," Athena said.
They barely found their footing before the first boundary wraiths surged from the ash-glass.
