"It shifted!" Valentina's voice was a sharp, frantic command, cutting through the low, nauseating hum of the distortion field.
Inside the shimmering bubble of warped reality, she could feel the Avatar's consciousness pressing against them like a physical weight. The geological awareness was lashing out, its sensory tendrils sweeping through the stone, but it was hitting the massive, distorted mass signature of Morwenna's field instead of the delicate, lethal architecture Valentina was weaving within it.
"I have thirty seconds! Don't let the rhythm break!"
"Twenty nine," Morwenna grunted.
Every muscle in her body was locked in a state of violent tension. Her teeth were gritted so hard they threatened to crack, and a thin trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth as she fought to maintain the spatial curvature.
"The field is stable... but it's fighting me. I can feel it... it's trying to peel back the edges of the distortion like it's looking for a seam!"
