Night in the working region did not fall so much as thin.
The transit node moved on its own denser laws, lanes of muted gold and grey flowing past each other like long patient arcs. From the low structure Sera had assigned their use the nine could observe its flow without becoming part to it.
That was useful. That was not sufficient.
Sun Wukong crouched on the narrow inner ledge of an upper arch and rolled one of his shoulders until the joint loosened.
"I need closer eyes," he said, voice rough with the weight of the air. "Traffic patterns from here are guesses. Guesses get people erased."
Loki, already braced against the opposite pillar with his arms folded, gave a single inclined nod. "Agreed. If we wait for perfect information to walk into our hands we will die of old age under someone else's mark. We go look."
Zeus stood below them in the common room, listening. Athena was not impressed.
