Owen was airborne now. Below, Leah set the pace, cutting the most direct line through Ashplain terrain. Odessa rode her Azure Sky Dragon alongside him, crystal wings built for sprint distance.
"The Formation is east-northeast," Elder Moss had said.
Owen pushed his Mana Sense ahead at maximum range. The formation's density registered immediately—significant and strengthening with every kilometer closed.
At thirty kilometers out, he found her.
Azmireth's signature was the absence his Mana Sense had learned to read. She was at the formation boundary. Stationary. Working.
The boundary was fluctuating in a rhythm that wasn't natural—pulses of void erosion pressing against the dungeon's outer shell, then withdrawing, then pressing again. She was weakening the structure.
"She's at the boundary," he called down. "She's forcing the manifestation."
"How long?" Yuki called up.
He read the erosion rate. "I don't know"
"How far?"
"Thirty kilometers."
