Time fractured in the dimensional workshop as the neutralization effect began to dissipate. Reed Harrow—more equation than flesh now—observed reality reassembling itself through perception that transcended conventional senses. The mathematics of existence flowed around him like currents in a vast ocean, each formula representing fundamental laws reasserting their dominance.
They had minutes at best before both the Watcher and the Voice Between regained full power.
"Reed," Shia's voice resonated across multiple probability states as her fragmented forms reconverged. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth—not red human blood, but a viscous substance that shifted between states of matter, each droplet containing complex geometries visible only to those who had undergone transformation. "The contingency is failing faster than predicted."
