Maya felt it before she saw it, and that alone told her everything she needed to know about how bad this was going to be.
Farsight Loom stretched out across the tree line the way it always did, searching for shapes and threats and hidden angles. This time it found nothing at all. No heartbeat. No breath. No sound threading through the dark where sound should have lived. It was like reaching into a room she knew was full of people and finding only the shape of a held breath instead.
"It's not hiding," she said, voice tight. "It's erasing. Everything near it just stops making noise."
