He immediately looked back.
The jagged rift they had just been spat out of was already sealing shut, the biological architecture of the Outer God's ship knitting the wound together.
But Alvian didn't look at the closing door. He looked at the wall next to it.
Etched into the dark, pulsating flesh of the corridor was a streak of brilliant, glowing blue light. It wasn't a spell residue. It wasn't a scorch mark. It was a permanent, physical scar on the universe. It was the exact path Kaelen had taken when he achieved absolute velocity. He had moved so fast, with such infinite force, that his data had vibrated completely out of the physical dimension, leaving his afterimage permanently burned into the ship's code.
He hadn't died. He had simply become speed.
