A line of stone spires erupted from the ground between them.
He jumped one. The next one moved before he reached it. The third was suddenly behind him without his having passed it. He twisted, breath tight, and saw Vren engaged with three of the other prisoners — no, not engaged, the geometry had stacked them into the same point and now they were trying to disentangle without injuring one another, and one of the strangers had panicked and was already swinging at Vren with a notched blade.
Vren killed him in two motions and kept running.
Yalira was a streak of motion in Owen's peripheral vision. She had figured out something — she was reading the fold's logic, picking her movements not by where she wanted to go but by where the fold would let her arrive. She shifted three times in two seconds and ended up beside the Architect.
Vasek caught her wrist.
