Meanwhile, in the other room, stars are exploding behind Palamedes’ vision and his free hand is gripping the edge of the pedestal hard enough to leave marks on his palm.
He sees Cam swing her swords, almost as though in slow motion, and can feel her determined calm give way to frustration as each sliced-off limb. “Don’t worry, Cam, I have a plan,” he says, and though she responds through clenched teeth, he hears her loud and clear.
“You better.”
Meanwhile, Cass’ explosion of green acid hits its target, eating through the theorem that only Pal can see. “That’s it!” Palamedes calls in triumph. “I can see them— I can see the theorems. Cassandra, right scapula. Cam, third vertebrae. Now!”
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He sees Cam swing her swords, almost as though in slow motion, and can feel her determined calm give way to frustration as each sliced-off limb. “Don’t worry, Cam, I have a plan,” he says, and though she responds through clenched teeth, he hears her loud and clear.
“You better.”
Meanwhile, Cass’ explosion of green acid hits its target, eating through the theorem that only Pal can see. “That’s it!” Palamedes calls in triumph. “I can see them— I can see the theorems. Cassandra, right scapula. Cam, third vertebrae. Now!”