Seoul took longer than Shanghai.
Nested anchor points, forty-plus enforcers, the usual nightmare of violence and dimensional surgery. But we closed it clean, and more importantly, nobody broke any ribs this time.
Progress.
"Ten rifts," I said, watching the map projection update in real-time. The Seoul rift winked out, and I felt the Coastal Asia cluster destabilize slightly. "One more and the whole cluster collapses."
"Tokyo," Azryth confirmed, already studying the final anchor point. "Shibuya district, underground maintenance tunnel."
"It's heavily populated above ground," Henrik added from his station. "You'll need to be careful with collateral damage."
"When are we not careful?" I asked.
"Shanghai. You imploded a rift so violently it created a minor earthquake."
"That was a structurally sound implosion."
"It cracked three building foundations."
"Minor cracks."
Mara looked up from her tablet, expression thoughtful. "The coalition made their announcement an hour ago."
