The corridors of the Absolute Infinity were wide enough to fit a small army through side by side. Normally they were lit with warm ambient light, the walls displaying projected images of nebulae and star fields—aesthetic choices made by whoever designed the interior. Right now, the emergency strips had overridden everything. Red light, sharp shadows, every sound slightly too loud.
Other candidates were already moving. Doors opening along the corridor, people emerging in combat suits, some still pulling on gloves or checking weapons. A boy with a staff of compressed earth jogged past them without a glance, heading the same direction. A girl with frost trailing from her fingertips fell into step a few paces behind.
