The sound of his own thigh bone cracking was loud enough to be heard across the cave.
CRACK.
It wasn’t a clean break.
It was a tiny shear fault running along the length of his thigh bone, where three-space-folding bone tissue was being dragged across a non-Euclidean spatial boundary.
If the conflict was not resolved within thirty seconds, the shear would spread to his pelvis and spine.
His skeleton would disintegrate along the space-folding seam. That turned his internal structure into iron gravel. Then he left him a numbed, choking sack of meat on the dark rock floor.
“Abort it!” Shen Yue cried out, her brushes twitching in panic. “Roll it back! Lin Ke, revert the array!”
“You can’t roll back living meat, you foolish girl!” Apothecary He bellowed, his face drenched in sweat as he pinned Lin Ke’s convulsing left knee to the floor. “The channels are already half-folded! If he pulls back now, the torn ends will snap like stretched harp strings and shred his heart!”
