It was a shorter window than the first. Ronan was only half up. Ciara was white in the face from the cost of those two planes. James went in anyway with Durendal and Finn at his shoulder, and Alice tangled up the wings above them. Mara went to fire again. Ren did not use his full draw. He had not had time to build it back, so he went in with a fast three-cut sequence, a lot less than the first. Cillian put down another burst.
The bar fell again.
And before James had even opened his mouth to call them out, he saw the crimson coming back. It was not like a coal now. It was rising steadily, much faster than after the first vent.
The rhythm was getting shorter. It was not going to stay comfortable.
"Out," he said.
Then he put Durendal away.
He reached back, and Azrael's Broken Scythe came into his hands.
`[AUTHORITY RELEASE ACTIVATED]`
`[TARGET: AZRAEL'S BROKEN SCYTHE]`
`[DURATION: 30 MINUTES]`
