The spatial tear collapsed. The chaotic noise of the B-Block security hub severed instantly, replaced by a heavy, clinical silence. Gravity snapped back into place, dragging Elias down onto the polished ceramic tiles of the high-security wing. His boots hit the floor hard. The impact traveled up his legs, causing his fractured ribs to grind violently against the tight fabric of his compression binder. He forced air into his lungs, ignoring the sharp spike of pain radiating across his chest.
Beside him, Junjio hit the floor on his hands and knees. Blood leaked from the boy's right nostril, tracing a dark line over his pale lips and dripping onto the pristine white tiles. The multi-colored ring of his portal Ikona flickered erratically before vanishing entirely into his collarbone, the core completely depleted from forcing a tear through the facility's reinforced architecture. Wes dropped into a crouch, grabbing the boy by the shoulder to keep him from tipping over.
