Heena's eyes darkened slightly beneath her lashes. *'A mole. Terrific.'*
*[ For now, Internal Affairs has granted us an emergency administrative buffer. If the regressor in the north triggers a localized leyline collapse, the System network will attempt to force-deploy a localized stasis field around our immediate sector to buy us escape time. But Host... that field will only hold for exactly three minutes before the universe completely implodes. We still have to solve the root problem. ]*
*'We will solve it,'* Heena thought coldly, her fingers tightening slightly against her grandmother's velvet sleeve. *'But first, I am going to tear this Marquis house apart piece by piece. My mother wants a game? I'll give her a war.'*
The small group finally reached the heavy, gilded doors of the secondary dining hall. The attendants outside frantically threw the doors open, bowing so low their noses nearly touched their knees.
