The moment she lunged, the void reacted. Silver ripples cracked outward in jagged circles, vibrating under my feet and through my ribs. Her glow streaked toward me like a blade aimed straight for my center. I threw myself sideways, but the psychic plane did not work like real ground. Movement felt like swimming in air and sinking through a floor that did not exist.
Mirror-Lainey struck the spot where I had been an instant before. The impact split the silver surface in two. The crack extended behind her like a lightning strike frozen in time.
She turned, eyes blazing. “You cannot outrun me. This plane obeys design. I am design.”
The light around her curled like metal about to cut.
I braced myself. “Then it is time to break your design.”
She sprinted toward me again, faster than any nor
