Six rifts in thirty hours.
We didn't sleep. Ryota's team lost two more hunters whose names I'd stopped learning after the third death because apparently my brain had decided that was the emotional cutoff point for new grief. The rest was a blur of portals and enforcers and anchor points that fought back harder each time.
It's done now. Forty-nine rifts closed. Reality didn't end.
Yet.
We were standing in what remained of the safehouse common area, which had seen better days. The map projection was still running, showing all forty-nine rift locations now marked as SEALED in pulsing green. Mara had been staring at it for the past ten minutes like she couldn't quite believe it was real.
