The stone floor split with a sound like a dying god’s scream."Hold on!" Reksa roared. His voice was no longer his own, layered with the tectonic rumble of the void entity."I'm slipping!" Pipit screamed, her fingers clawing frantically at the edge of the tilting stone slab.He lunged. His left arm, now a mass of solid shadow and black frost, elongated. Tendrils of freezing darkness shot forward, wrapping around Pipit’s waist just as her platform crumbled into the white-hot violet abyss below."Got you," Reksa gritted, his teeth clenching as the weight nearly tore his shoulder from its socket. He hauled her upward, throwing her onto a shivering ledge of solid granite."And who has you, Closer?" Dharsa’s voice cut through the thundering dust.Dharsa stood on a floating platform of stone above them, his red crystal pulsing like a furious heartbeat. Beside him, the wooden-masked puppet of the Weaver levitated on a cloud of toxic purple mist."The Weaver's needle will sew this grave shut,