The woman "extracted" from every corpse, pulling a drop of pale golden liquid from each—forty-three in total. She drank half immediately, tucking the rest away for later.

She was about to leave.

'Strike now? Follow her to her lair and then act?' Ray considered it briefly—and made his decision.

'Strike now!'

To an ability user, the lair itself didn't matter that much. Knowing its location was one thing; taking action was another.

"Wait here for me," Ray told Cassandra.

A flash of spatial sw