After the long dance with Selthia's jump jammer artifacts and her beast…
The fake walls had been pulverized almost into fine dust; thick stone supports were violently snapped in half. It was the brutal footprint of a desperate odyssey.
Every step of Sirius's ascent had required him to dodge a volume of enemies that defied all dodging possibility logic. Every leap between levels had been a frantic negotiation with gravity. Every evasion was a split-second calculation, made in a razor-thin margin where his muscles had to execute the maneuver the exact millisecond his brain finished the math.
He was a canvas of open wounds.
