The golden point on Damon's arm stopped pulsing.
For one second, that seemed good.
Then it began to rotate.
Not physically.
The small mark remained still on his skin, but Damon felt something inside it reorganizing direction, priority, and distance.
He raised his arm.
"It's searching."
Xue Lian approached.
"For what?"
"I don't know."
Vorn, still on the floor, answered before he could.
"It isn't searching."
Damon looked at him.
Vorn looked terrible.
Separating Adaptation had stripped away years of artificial corrections. Blood still ran from the open wound on his arm, his breathing was heavy, and his hands trembled.
Even so, his eyes were fixed on the golden point.
"It's calling."
Silence.
Damon frowned.
"What's the difference?"
"Searching assumes Dominion doesn't know where it is."
Vorn leaned his back against the wall.
"Recovery means it does."
The gold shone.
A message appeared.
PRIMARY BEARER: LOCATED.
Damon closed his eyes.
"Of course."
