It’s not just a cage, I realize, the cold, hard clarity of the Luna taking over. It’s a trap. We’re not just going to stabilize Asher’s lattice. We’re going to lure the Formless into the maze and lock the door behind it.
Then we need to make sure the door is strong enough, Kade projects, his mental voice dropping to a lethal, icy calm.
I look at Asher. He is staring at the drawing, his mismatched eyes bright, entirely focused. He is twelve years old, and he is designing a cognitive trap for a primordial entity of pure entropy.
"You did good, baby," I say, kissing the top of his white-and-black hair. "You and Elara just gave us the blueprint. Now, it’s our turn to do the work."
The stealth transport cuts through the freezing night air over the Southern Ocean.
The cabin is dark, lit onl
