Zeus drew the order in the dust once, and wiped it away with his boot.
"Wukong first. He has already survived the cut. Loki second to read the far side. Athena third. Hermes keeps the spine from looking empty behind us. Poseidon and Kratos hold the middle weight. Odin next. Hades after him. I come last. If the seam starts closing, the rear does not argue. The rear pushes."
Nobody asked for a better plan. There wasn't one. Sun Wukong rocked his shoulders, and the courier disguise settled over him again-thinner this time, built for motion rather than long deception. Loki's clerk shape followed after with less regard for elegance. The remainder used their layering, the mute, the borrowed rhythm, the discipline of not looking like a formation of powers on the run. It wouldn't fool Sera if she was watching the exact point. It only had to fool the space between here and the seam.
