Every bioluminescent patch on the forest floor below them was deep red, and the specific quality of that red — total, simultaneous, covering every patch in every direction — told Max sothing more precise than simply: there is a predator below.
It told him the predator was already there. It had been there before they started descending. It was not responding to their arrival. It had positioned itself in anticipation of it.
Vorga’s wildlife, he had concluded so ti ago, was unreasonably intelligent.
They stopped moving.
Max looked at the red patches and read them the way a month in the forest had taught him to read them — not just the color but the intensity, the pulse rhythm, the directional concentration. The patches to the northeast were brighter than those to the south. Which ant the source was oriented northeast. Which ant it was facing the direction they needed to travel.
It had heard them descending through the root-system and positioned itself accordingly.
He looked at the root canopy around them. The roots descended from the island’s underside in vertical and diagonal lines, creating a network that covered the forest floor like a ceiling forty feet above it. His Grip Enhancent boots had been finding purchase on every surface he’d given them since Thura returned the backpack, communicating contact with the specific confident adhesion of sothing that rembered its purpose.
He looked at Beva, Dara, Thura, Corek.
None of them had Grip Enhancent boots.
’We stay up,’ he said. ’We move through the roots. We do not touch the ground.’
Dara looked at the root network — the varying thicknesses, the gaps, the sections where two roots converged and could hold weight and the sections where a single thin line was the only available path.
’So of these roots will not hold,’ Dara said.
’So of them will,’ Max said. ’We find the ones that will.’
’And if we find the ones that won’t?’
’Then we find that out quickly and move to the ones beside them.’
Dara looked at him with the expression of a man who had signed up for an infiltration and was now engaged in sothing that had not been covered in the briefing.
’Very strange,’ he said, which appeared to be a shared vocabulary item across the entire Morag clan.
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They moved through the upper root canopy with the specific care of people who understood that the difference between a root that held and a root that didn’t was a forty-foot conversation with the forest floor below, and the forest floor was currently occupied.
Max went first. His Grip Enhancent boots found every surface with the confident adhesion of the enchantnt operating exactly as inscribed — bark, root surface, the rough texture of secondary growth, all of it communicated back to him through the soles with the specific language of a system designed for exactly this. He moved from root to root with the efficiency of soone who did not need to test each surface before committing weight, the boots making that decision faster than his conscious mind could.
The others followed without that advantage, navigating by eye and instinct and the specific determination of people who understood that the alternative to careful was catastrophic.
Below them, the red patches did not fade.
The predator was moving. Not toward them — parallel, tracking their movent from the forest floor, reading the vibrations that root movent transferred through the canopy network to the ground below. It was patient. It had positioned itself in the one place that turned their advantage — elevation — into a waiting ga. It intended to be present when the root canopy ended.
He had no intention of giving it that satisfaction.
Fifteen ters in, Thura’s weight hit a root that held for two seconds and then didn’t.
The sound of it giving was sharp and specific and the red patches below imdiately intensified — the bioluminescent response to a sound signature that ant sothing had changed position rapidly. Thura grabbed the adjacent root before he fell more than a foot, finding it with the desperate accuracy of soone whose motivation was extrely clear, and he held.
The forest floor erupted.
Not a roar. Sothing worse than a roar — the sound of sothing very large moving through dense undergrowth at full speed, the sequential crash of ground cover being displaced by a body that did not negotiate with whatever was in its path. The predator had been waiting for exactly this signal and was executing on it with total commitnt.
It hit the base of the root Thura was clinging to.
The entire root system shuddered. The vibration traveled upward through every connected root simultaneously — Max felt it through his boots as a clear, specific communication: sothing of significant mass had just made contact with the foundation.
’Move,’ he said, abandoning quiet entirely because quiet was no longer the relevant strategy. ’Fast. Northeast. Now.’
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Fast through a root canopy forty feet above a hunting predator was a different definition of fast than fast on open ground.
Max moved with the full capability the Grip Enhancent provided — every surface confird before he committed, surfaces confird so quickly that the confirmation and the commitnt were essentially simultaneous. He covered ground at a pace that the others, without his boots, could not fully match. He modulated his speed to maintain visual contact with Beva directly behind him, who was moving with the natural confidence of soone whose center of gravity had always been comfortable above the ground.
Dara moved with powerful, economical motion — a large man who had decided that the situation required total commitnt and had committed completely. Two roots gave way under him in the first sixty ters. Both tis he found the next one before the first one’s failure beca a fall. Both tis the red patches pulsed in response to the sound.
Thura moved with the determination of a man who was not naturally suited to what he was doing and was doing it anyway at full capacity. Max had co to understand that this was its own specific form of courage and it deserved more acknowledgnt than it usually received.
Corek brought up the rear with the focused silence of soone who had delivered news to a Vel-Thak head on behalf of an infiltration and had been moving at pace ever since.
The predator tracked them below. Not falling behind — matching their pace, reading their movent through the root vibrations, staying directly beneath the most recent sound source. It had committed to the open tracking strategy, which ant it was confident the canopy transit would end eventually and it intended to be present at that conclusion.
Then the Vel-Thak surface warriors appeared at the forest’s edge to the southwest.
Torches. Six of them, moving through the forest in the organized formation of experienced trackers who had been given a compass bearing and a ti window. Moving toward the root canopy from below. Moving toward the predator’s territory from the direction the predator had been tracking them away from.
The geotry had just changed.
Max looked at the torch positions. He looked at the predator’s last registered position below. He looked at the northeast bearing and the remaining distance to where the root canopy ended.
’Let the predator solve the Vel-Thak problem,’ he said.
Beva looked at him. ’You want the predator to—’
’I want us to keep moving northeast,’ Max said. ’What the predator decides to do about six people with torches entering its territory is entirely its own matter.’
They kept moving northeast.
Behind them, thirty seconds later, the organized search formation encountered whatever the red patches had been responding to, and the sounds that followed were the specific sounds of a coordinated operation becoming sothing considerably less coordinated. The shouting was in Septur and Max did not need the ring’s translation to understand the register — that was the universal language of people who had been looking for sothing and had found sothing fundantally different instead.
The red patches below Max’s group began to fade as the predator redirected its attention toward the more imdiate and substantially louder disturbance to the southwest.
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The root canopy ended six hundred ters northeast of the island’s edge where the lowest roots descended to ground level and provided a natural transition point. Max ca down from the roots to the forest floor with the boots finding the landing surface with imdiate confidence, and the others followed in sequence. Thura landed last with the specific relief of soone finishing an experience they had every intention of accurately describing to people who had not been present for it.
Corek was at the rendezvous point. He looked at the five of them — their various states of exertion, the cut on Dara’s forearm, the general evidence of the previous two hours — and said, in Septur, sothing the ring translated as: ’I was beginning to reconsider my confidence in the plan.’
’The plan worked,’ Beva said.
’Parts of it worked,’ Dara said. ’Other parts were improvised.’
’Which parts were improvised?’ Corek asked.
’Most of the parts after the chamber,’ Max said. ’Move northeast. We can discuss the taxonomy of the plan when we are not in Vel-Thak territory.’
They ran northeast through the forest with the Morag navigational markers guiding them at every junction, the bioluminescent ecology cycling through its ambient palette around them — no red, no sustained orange, the forest returning to its ordinary business in the wake of five people who were no longer the most interesting variable in it.
Max’s Grip Enhancent boots covered ground with the efficiency they had always covered ground with, and the ring was warm on his right index finger, and the Sovereign Seal was against his chest, and those two facts made the cost of the last four hours entirely acceptable.
They ran for four hours without stopping for anything that did not require stopping.
The Morag settlent appeared out of the forest the way it always appeared — not announced, not visible until it was imdiate, the practiced concealnt of people who had been disappearing in plain sight for decades.
The gate opened before they reached it.
Sera was on the other side.
She looked at Max. She looked at the ring on his right finger — the specific, imdiate attention of soone who had been waiting for that confirmation for a long ti. She looked at his face.
She said nothing for a mont.
Then, in the common tongue: ’You are even smaller than the last ti I saw you.’
’I have been through a significant amount since then,’ Max said.
’I can see that,’ she said. And then, in Septur, the formal Morag phrase of welco for a returning clan head — the words that had not been spoken in thirty-seven years, preserved in the ceremonial language because so phrases were maintained regardless of whether there was anyone to receive them.
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