The mark Juno drew across the bridge calculation did not leave enough space beneath it.
Eli watched her write the revised reserve, cross out the duration they had lost, and check the next detachment against the remaining band. She asked the dungeon engineer to repeat the calculation on a clean section of the board. The engineer used a different order and arrived at the same bad answer.
“We need a surge before the next channel separates,” Juno said.
Tessa stood between Eli’s supported mount and the covered control. She had not returned the lever to his reach. The technician who had taken his blow worked at the far edge of the platform, testing the brace with his good arm while another operator attended the lever. Nobody had forgotten the interruption simply because the readings were steadier.
“How much?” Eli asked.
Juno pointed to a short rise on the paper. “Enough to carry pressure through this point. After that, the distributed anchors take it.”
“If they reach it.”
“Yes.”
