Chapter 19: Round Four—The Divine Battleground of Thyraen's Reach

The shift came without the usual architectural warning.

No slow rotation of passage geometries, no sub-floor pulse changing cadence. One moment the neutral hub existed around them—its sourceless light, its five passages, its careful temperature—and then it did not, and they were somewhere else entirely, and the air hit Cass like a hand pressed flat against her sternum.

She knew this air. She had breathed it every morning for seventeen years.