The damaged cargo seal sparked again behind Merisse.
The sound cut through the wagon like a warning that had grown tired of being ignored.
White-gray lines hung in the air now, crawling across wires, capsules, broken runes and blood stains. They marked danger with insulting precision. Every trap Merisse had buried into the wagon, every charge hidden under a crate, every cable waiting beneath a panel, all of it had been drawn into the open by Eldric au Veyr's magic.
Merisse stared at those pale lines for a breath.
Her smile thinned.
"That is an expensive trick."
Eldric did not answer her first. His attention moved through the cargo wagon, measuring the wounded guards, the dead attackers, the half-open mithril seal and the unstable cargo formations fighting to hold together under pressure.
"Three charges under the left rail," he said. "Two pressure capsules beneath the fourth cargo frame. Wire anchors across the ceiling. One false release tied to the mithril lock."
