The Darkharness caught the corner of a pillar and swung me around like a maypole at a funeral. I came up under the opening I had mapped and cut it again, deeper.
[ Fangpiercer Critical ]
[ Fogbite — Stacks: 3 (Max) ]
[ Effect: Chill/Pressure Stagger amplified ]
The fake-cloth reeled. The air temperature cratered two degrees inside a bubble around us. The song skipped.
"Jax!" I yelled. "Fall angry!"
"That's my only fall," he said, and the pitch holding him cracked like old paint as Fogbite's pressure stagger stacked into the world. He hit the ground in a three-point crater and the Pull field he carried with him took a gulp out of reality right where the Singer's footing wanted to be.
"Lotus!" I said.
Hana's threads flared white. Bars slammed down out of the air—not real, not metal—just intention hard enough to be touched. They stuck into the floor around the Singer in a circle and tightened, then stitched at the top into a cage.
"Won't hold long," she warned.
