The pocket narrowed until cold glass touched every shoulder.
HISS!
Air escaped through the shrinking seam. Kael remained on the other side with the Excisors, unable to turn from three blades every time the people behind him stumbled.
Vaela pressed one hand against the opening. "Jaro, find what made this move before. We need enough space for the injured, not another crack that closes around them."
Jaro crouched beside her. His palms were already cut from the earlier seam. "It is a fault in the glass, not a door. I can irritate it again, but the room will feel my hands."
"The room knows where we are. Give it something else to correct."
Orrek coughed blood into his fist.
COUGH!
"I admire a plan built from insulting the wall and hoping it becomes distracted."
Vaela checked the black point lodged in his palm. "Keep the shortened chain ready. Your useful hand has one more task before I treat it."
Renn tightened the count cloth around the rescued child’s wrist. "Fourteen survivors, one frightened guide, and no room left for another bad idea."
Jaro looked offended. "I am not part of your count."
The wall moved.
SCRAPE!
His shoulder touched the glass.
"Include me until the room gets larger," he said.
Jaro pressed his ear to the lowest panel. Dark veins pulsed beneath it, carrying Kael’s impacts through the floor. He murmured old lower-route insults, the kind workers used when a machine jammed and no supervisor could hear.
"You opened for dirty blood before," he whispered. "Open again before fourteen bodies stain every polished surface you own."
The panel shivered.
A thin slit appeared near the floor.
HISS!
Vaela lowered the white edge beside it. "A hand can fit. A body cannot."
"The seam reacted to Kael’s pressure and my voice together. I need another impact."
"You may receive several. Choose the useful one."
Kael drove the torn rib into an Excisor beyond the wall.
BOOM!
The force traveled beneath Vaela’s knees. Jaro heard the lower panel loosen before she felt it.
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Far above the passage, Ivara Thane opened her eyes.
Three iron chains held her wrists above her head. Pale restraint bands crossed the white stone around her ribs and shoulders, tightening whenever she examined their purpose too closely. Attendants cleaned every drop of blood from the floor before it dried.
The first chain link had cracked during an earlier shock through the white rooms. The second had split after the black signs changed around the lower routes.
The third had remained straight.
HUM!
A distant impact climbed through the floor and entered the chain across Ivara’s right forearm. The link trembled.
She did not know where Kael was or what he had struck. No attendant had spoken his name in her cell. She recognized the force because the same refusal had reached her restraints twice before.
Kael Vorr was still alive, and the white rooms were carrying the violence of his escape through their own structure.
Ivara lifted her chin. Dustless white walls surrounded her, carved with narrow lines that disappeared beneath the restraint bands. The room possessed the austere beauty of an old sanctuary, yet every graceful curve had been repurposed to keep her still.
"Your instruments are listening too hard," she said.
The examiner beyond the glass looked up from his slate. His hand moved toward the alarm plate. "Remain still. The restraints will correct any further movement."
Ivara studied him until his fingers stopped above the plate. "You have cleaned the floor six times. The chain is still bent toward me."
His eyes dropped to the third link before training pulled them away.
An attendant at the rear of the chamber stopped wiping the same patch of stone. She was young enough to be frightened by Ivara and experienced enough to hide it from the examiner. The cloth remained clenched in both hands.
"You may leave before he sounds the alarm," Ivara said. "This room will blame the nearest pair of hands when the restraint fails."
The attendant looked toward the locked door. The examiner noticed and crossed the observation space to block it.
"Nobody leaves during correction," he said. His voice was meant for the attendant, though his attention remained fixed on the bending chain. "Bring the joint brace and stand clear of the glass."
The young woman obeyed slowly. Ivara watched her choose the longest route around the room and learned which section of the floor the staff feared approaching.
Another impact reached the cell.
CLINK!
The link shifted across Ivara’s skin.
Pulling directly would tighten the pale bands and crush her ribs. She left the visible lock alone. Her attention settled on the tiny vibration in the hinge that kept the link from moving sideways.
Ivara reached for the stillness inside that hinge and stripped away a small part of it.
The cell reacted.
SCREECH!
Blood ran from her nose. The bands contracted around her chest and dragged one shoulder close to its socket’s limit. She let the pain pass through her without releasing the change.
The examiner struck the alarm plate. "Restraint breach in the third link. Increase the joint pressure."
No hidden master answered him. Physical mechanisms inside the walls pulled the pale bands tighter.
Ivara used the added pressure as a brace and twisted her wrist.
CRACK!
The third link did not break. It bent far enough for light to show along the new curve.
Ivara laughed once, low and breathless. "Tell the people above you that two prisons are failing tonight. They may wish to decide which one frightens them more."
The examiner ran from the observation room.
His abandoned instrument continued scratching across the slate. A neat line recorded the bend while alarms spread through the corridor beyond her cell.
Ivara rested her forehead against the chain. The change had not freed her. It had forced the jailers to admit the third link was vulnerable. Every additional restraint they brought would reveal what part of her movement they feared most.
She closed her eyes and waited for the next impact from below.
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Kael felt the distant response through the old mark on his body. It passed like metal dragged across a scar.
He did not know Ivara had bent the third link.
He knew the white rooms flinched.
All three Excisors turned their masks, listening upward and downward at once.
Vaela saw the pause through the seam. "Their attention moved. Open it now."
Jaro shoved both hands into the floor slit. "You heard the alarm, polished coward. Decide which mess you want to clean."
He pulled.
RIP!
Black glass cut his palms, but the gap widened. Orrek hooked the shortened chain through the upper edge and hauled with the arm that still worked.
Renn pushed the rescued child through first. Sella followed, then Dorran and Tavin together. He touched each person as they passed.
"Fourteen. Keep moving. Fourteen."
Kael took one step toward them.
The Excisors attacked the change.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
One severance edge struck the torn rib, another cut across Kael’s shoulder, and the third met his forearm. Blood sprayed across the wall. His knees bent, but the body reinforced by Primordial Marrow Layer did not fold.
The first crown missed a pulse.
Vaela saw the lower ring flicker. "The white rooms shook its rhythm. Strike when it misses again."
Kael watched the next pulse travel through the crown. "Move everyone through before I use the opening."
The pocket forced the final survivor into the slit.
THUD!
Renn landed on one knee and pulled Jaro after him. Orrek pushed Vaela through before following with the wrapped white edge against his chest.
Sella passed her daughter to the burned man and turned back for Kael, but the slit was already narrowing around Vaela’s shoulders. Vaela shoved herself clear and caught Sella before she could reach into the closing glass.
"His next strike will cross the opening," Vaela said. "Keep your daughter behind the injured and give him the empty lane he asked for."
Sella’s hands shook against Vaela’s arms. "He always asks after everyone else is through."
"I know. We can hate the habit when he is standing here."
Sella took her child back and moved, leaving the center of the passage clear.
The seam began to close.
Kael remained beside the Excisors.
Renn grabbed the edge. "Kael, the wall is closing."
"Count everyone on your side. I need the strike path empty."
Renn looked at the blood on Kael’s shoulder. His mouth trembled, and every part of him wanted to keep the seam open with his bare hands. The count cloth pulled tight across his injured wrist when he turned toward the others.
"Fourteen through."
CLACK!
The seam sealed between them.
Three Excisors rotated their crowns into a tighter formation around Kael. They had read his care around injured people as hesitation. Without children, broken ankles, and Renn’s trapped wrist inside the attack line, he no longer needed careful angles.
The black glass pulled away from his feet as his weight deepened.
Orrek leaned his forehead against the sealed wall and listened for Kael’s boots. His torn palm left a red mark beside his face.
"He has room now," he said, mostly to Renn. "You gave him room."
Renn kept both hands around the count cloth. "I would rather have given him a way through."
Vaela unfolded a clean strip of fabric and pressed it into Renn’s bleeding palm. "Keep the way ready. Kael will decide whether he needs it opened or broken."
Behind the wall, Renn counted fourteen again. Far above, Ivara’s third link held its new curve. Between those two proofs, Kael stood alone with zero shards and enough room to strike the crowns with everything his body already carried.