For two days after his escape from the wreck, Malrik slipped between scattered fissures, forcing the defenders to track his shadow without blasting the seabed. When they finally cornered him, his cold threat echoed through the dark brine, but neither Sera Thorne nor Mina Vance showed the slightest hint of panic.
Shadow-Enforcer Malrik’s disembodied voice hissed from the murky seabed, trying to slip between the fractured basalt plates.
“Day Fifty-Seven,” Sera observed, resting the butt of her Storm-Pike against her palm. “He moves fast in the dark, but his spiritual frequency remains at Saint Vessel Mid.”
“He intends to slip through the seabed fissures toward the thermal chimney,” Mina Vance replied in a soft, melodic voice. “If we hit him with open thunderbolts out here, the stray shockwaves will reverberate against the trench wall.”
“That violates house quiet hours,” Sera agreed with a slight nod. “Brother was very clear about acoustic discipline.”
“Then we will not use open shockwaves,” Mina said.
The two young women shared a quiet, instinctive look of complete understanding.
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