The Ossuary had not let them off so easily.
Before they could even get out of the steam of the wrecking, pursuit packs were hitting the waterlogged terrace. Bone-runners. Gilded mask binders. Price script branded into the ribs of construct hounds. Someone up in the ranks had decided that whoever had the shard-key and the seed needed to have those back on the board - even if it was underwater.
"The stacks are vertical!" Caedra shouted, pointing at the cliff of crypt towers at the other end of the throne yard. "We'll get crushed if we stay out in the open!"
They fled.
