Kellan drew a line down the middle of the page.
On the left he wrote WHAT DAIN SAID. On the right he wrote WHAT WE THINK IT COULD MEAN.
Eli watched him copy the warning from the sheet he and Tessa had prepared. Kellan wrote slowly enough to keep every word in the same order: “Stop the regressor before he makes the dead serve him.” Beneath it he added that Dain had attributed the message to someone he trusted, had not named the sender and had died before answering who was meant.
On the right side, Kellan left the page blank.
“That’s uncomfortable,” Sera said.
“It should be.”
They had found a small room beside the triage point where the coordinator allowed them five minutes to compare information. The door remained open so a responder could call them if another injured contestant arrived. Outside, the route to the assembly area was still being checked after a minor shift in the ceiling. Dain’s body had been transferred under a witnessed record. His bag had not been recovered by anyone the team had seen.
Sera had reached them after guiding Orla’s group to the triage junction. She brought two readings from different positions and the route she had marked back. Both suggested movement toward an area below the published course, but overlapping signals affected the reader. She had not seen a chamber.
