Ferra released the three claim-dependent anchors first, then turned the exposed seam's four mechanical catches outside Grasp's joined living pattern. Seven shafts slid free along their recorded routes while Vella kept the five remaining circulation lines steady beneath their needles.
Nullstone panels slid back along the forced opening's rails as the spatial glass retracted beneath the seated Incarnation Wedge.
'Holy shit, it's actually opening, so don't you dare fuck this up now.'
The membrane's mapped lip parted around Grasp's pattern, exposing a path wider than the two-finger guide that brought them here. Ferra released that guide's outer collar without breaking Didi's wrist contact, leaving both of their outside hands in plain view.
Hajin pressed his free right palm flat against his own chest, "Here, just here, nowhere near your horns."
Vella touched the matching place on her own sternum, just below the bandage the child still clutched.
