Back in Gridlock, Cornelia arrived at Orion with Ivy close behind, Remedy's unconscious body draped over her arms. Her voice came out tight, but edged with pressure.
"So what do we do now?"
If anyone had witnessed a monarch asking guidance from an expert-ranked martial artist, they would have questioned reality itself. But neither woman cared. Titles meant nothing here. Remedy had trusted them with this, and that alone mattered.
Technically, the plan leaned more on Ivy than Cornelia, but the distinction was irrelevant now. Ivy was already moving, her focus absolute. With a quick motion, she projected a full blueprint of Orion into the air, lines of data forming a rotating hologram.
Cornelia's steps slowed for half a second, her eyes narrowing at the projection. That level of access shouldn't have been possible. Before she could question it, Ivy spoke without looking up.
"Place her on the platform. We're running out of time."
