Ten minutes. That was far from enough.
Raizen knew he didn't have time to sneak in, to search for the files, to figure out a good escape plan once he had the files.
…So he did the first thing that ran through his brain.
Raizen dropped from the branch onto the narrow stone ledge that ran along the base of the hall's glass dome - a decorative lip, barely wider than his foot, slick with condensation from where the Eon barrier's edge met the humid air. His boots hit the stone and he was already running, body low, arms out for balance, sprinting along the curve of the dome with the cloud glow reflecting off the glass beside him in sheets of diffused white.
Saffi shouted something behind him. He didn't hear it. The blood in his ears was louder than her voice, and his mind had already compressed the next thirty seconds into a sequence of positions and movements that left no room for conversation or comments.
