The fractures didn't stop.
They spread.
Thin lines at first quiet, almost invisible then widening, splitting the walls into sections that no longer looked solid.
The room wasn't holding anymore.
It was becoming something else.
Open.
Connected.
Exposed.
More shapes stepped through.
Not rushing.
Not colliding.
Perfect spacing.
Perfect timing.
Too many.
The girl backed up until she hit the console, her voice shaking now. "Okay no this is actually impossible how are there this many"
Victor didn't answer.
He was already moving again.
Not attacking.
Positioning.
Pulling them closer together.
"Stay tight," he said.
"Why"
"So they can't isolate you."
That word again.
Isolate.
Contain.
Control.
Dante didn't argue.
He stepped in closer too, tightening the space between them.
Not out of fear.
Out of calculation.
"They're closing in from all sides," Camille said, her voice sharper now, faster. "Every opening is active there's no single entry point anymore."
