Juna jolted awake as the bond yanked tight beneath her ribs, dragging her bolt upright in the dark third-floor suite. Rain rattled the shutters while she reached for Hajin's presence and found Vella's pain pressed beside it, sharp and wrong.
'Something's gone bad out there, and that idiot didn't even think to call us.'
A line of light split across her sight before her feet could even find the floorboards.
[ Critical danger | Contract host requires assistance ]
[ Host location | Weaver's Alley ]
[ Emergency path | Available to manifested companions ]
Loccy grabbed the bedframe as the same warning reached her, groping beside the chair until she found the warhammer.
"Can you see it?" she squeaked, dragging the haft across her lap while the bond clenched again.
"It's pointing through the wall," Juna snapped, ears flattening as she kicked the quilt aside, "and Vella isn't here."
