Among that heat spreaded too fastly.
Ren felt it through his boots. Not burning, not flaring. Creeping. The stone beneath the line softened just enough to make balance uncertain, then hardened again before anyone could shift their weight. Like standing on something alive that hadn't decided whether to shake them off yet.
He resisted the urge to lift his feet.
Running from the ground never helped.
Nyxa didn't move.
Her clone might have been speaking somewhere far away, coordinating continents and commanders, but she was here. Solid. Rooted. Eyes locked on the south where the land itself was advancing.
"The molten flow is stabilizing behind them," she said. "That's bad."
Tayuko frowned. "Explain."
"Kharveth is sealing fractures as it moves." She paused, measured and deliberate. "The land won't collapse behind it anymore."
Understanding rippled through the line, quiet and unwelcome.
"Which means," Nyxa continued, "whatever happens here stays here."
No fallback.
