Not nine minutes. Seven seconds.
And the singing glass all around him—the dark, dead shards—ignited at once, not with light but with sound. A single, perfect note: the note his brother had hummed the night before the trials, the last sound Leo had heard before walking away.
"Descension Control to Leo," crackled the comms. "Final check. Bio-signs?"
Not nine minutes. Seven seconds.
And the singing glass all around him—the dark, dead shards—ignited at once, not with light but with sound. A single, perfect note: the note his brother had hummed the night before the trials, the last sound Leo had heard before walking away. ten789
"Descension Control to Leo," crackled the comms. "Final check. Bio-signs?" Not nine minutes