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He felt it.

That was new.

Not pain.

Delay.

Small.

But real.

Ace didn’t pull back.

Didn’t reset.

Didn’t give him space—

to get ahead again.

She stayed inside the gap.

Where nothing aligned.

Where nothing resolved.

“You’re late,” she said.

Flat.

The figure smiled—

but it slipped.

“Temporary.”

A beat—

slightly off—

“I correct that.”

Mai moved—

not to intercept—

to distort.

Her path—

wrong on purpose.

The space refused to build around her.

Prediction failed.

Shammy widened her stance—

pulling pressure unevenly through the room.

The air broke pattern.

No rhythm.

No baseline.

Nothing to choose from.

The implant strained.

He moved—

too early.

Too much.

The strike overshot—

not missing—

arriving in the wrong place entirely.

For the first time—

he adjusted after.

That shouldn’t have happened.

Mai saw it.

Didn’t explain.

Didn’t need to.

Ace moved.

No pattern.

No repeat.

The space couldn’t follow.

The figure stepped again—

and the next action split.

Multiple paths.

Conflicting.

He chose—

and it failed.

Barely.

Enough.

Shammy pushed harder.

The air collapsed—

then scattered—

pressure uneven—

refusing to settle.

“You’re breaking it,” he said.

This time—

not fully certain.

Mai shifted again—

further from clean logic.

“Remove outcome,” she said.

Quiet.

Ace stepped into him.

No distance.

No correction window.

The implant reacted—

hard—

trying to force a line—

any line—

to complete the sequence.

It almost worked.

For a second—

everything pulled tight—

the room tried to snap into a single answer.

Shammy broke it.

Violently.

The air refused structure.

The correction failed.

Ace moved—

not clean—

not optimal—

but there.

Her hand closed—

not on him—

on the absence at his temple.

For a moment—

nothing happened.

Then—

everything did.

The implant resisted.

Not physically.

Something else.

Like it was already somewhere else—

and here at the same time.

Ace pulled.

It didn’t come free.

Not completely.

Something tore.

Not flesh.

Not material.

Sequence.

The black surface collapsed inward—

but didn’t disappear.

It slipped.

Gone—

and not gone.

The space around it warped—

brief—

sharp—

then snapped back wrong.

The figure dropped—

hard—

but not finished.

Breathing.

Aware.

Late.

For now.

The room didn’t stabilize.

It tried—

failed—

tried again—

and settled into something uneven.

Shammy exhaled slowly.

The air aligned—

then drifted—

not fully under control.

Mai stepped back.

Watching.

Processing.

“He cannot maintain it here,” she said.

Careful.

Not absolute.

The figure on the floor laughed—

quiet—

thin.

“…you didn’t take it,” he said.

A beat.

“You just… lost it.”

Ace looked at her hand.

Empty.

But not clean.

“That’s wrong,” she said.

Mai nodded.

“Yes.”

No elaboration.

V let out a breath.

“…that’s not done, is it.”

No one answered.

Because the room already had.

Somewhere—

not here—

something resolved.

Cleanly.

Too cleanly.

And whatever had been inside that implant—

hadn’t stopped.

It had moved.

Ahead.

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