Semua Bab REBORN IN THE CATACLYSM: I DUMP MY LEECH HUSBAND FIRST: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The Continuity Committee direct-action team closed the new residual gap in under four minutes.I was still forcing my depleted body through denser pine, Sarah’s weight locked against my chest, the Stage 2 bond reduced to a thin, unstable trickle, when the residual sensors lit up in overlapping red. All four advanced signatures had adjusted for the last ugly displacement and were already inside two hundred meters. Suppression fields began to bloom again at the edges of my awareness—cleaner, tighter, designed to collapse usable spatial geometry before I could form another gate.The system interface stuttered under the strain.[Host vital signs: Critical][Bond integrity: 18% and falling][Spatial capacity: 37%][Direct-action residual lock: Imminent][Emergency protocols evaluating…]I tried to open a conventional displacement anyway. The gate formed halfway and then collapsed under a suppression field that felt like cold iron driven into the spatial realm itself. Feedback tore through

I crawled more than walked the last four hundred meters.The Emergency Displacement had left both of us on the same critical decline curve. The Stage 2 bond, reduced to a minimal emergency trickle, continued to equalize residual strength in both directions whether I wanted it to or not. Every scrap of stamina I forced toward Sarah came back as a matching drain when her depleted system tried to balance the connection. The system interface had stopped offering useful options. It only listed the same critical warnings in slow, exhausted pulses.The collapsed highway overpass appeared out of the denser pine like a broken concrete horizon. Pre-collapse infrastructure, long abandoned, its spans dropped in uneven sections across a dry drainage cut. The underside offered deep shadow, broken sight lines from above, and enough residual heat discipline to matter if Continuity Committee sensors were still reacquiring the spatial scar two kilometers south.I dragged us into the deepest section of

We moved while the Continuity grid was still sorting the sudden recombination of residual signatures.The overpass had become a hard point instead of a hole. Field elements were coordinating with the reacquiring direct-action team. The Stage 2 emergency trickle continued its unequal work between Sarah and me, equalizing residual strength in both directions and keeping both of us on the same critical decline curve. Howard and Mara said almost nothing. The remnant woman’s death sat in the cold air between us along with every previous argument about the bond, the cost, and the quieter bearing that no longer existed.I stretched the residual spatial sense as far as the lockout and the strain would allow. The system returned a single usable geometry three kilometers north-northeast: deep, layered, and cold. An old mining complex—pre-collapse extraction tunnels and surface structures long since abandoned, its lower levels still sealed against ordinary residual heat and most Continuity field

The mining complex remained quiet through the deeper hours of the night.Continuity surface signatures continued their methodical sweeps above the rock, but none committed to the adit. Polar Watch, according to the schedules, was still refining residual data under dense overburden; the direct-action team had not yet escalated from surface search to full subterranean breach. The Stage 2 emergency trickle continued its unequal work between Sarah and me—minimal, automatic, keeping both of us from sliding further into the critical range while doing nothing to reverse the sympathetic decline.Howard sat awake against the far wall. Mara held the door watch in silence. The fracture between us remained unclosed; the remnant woman’s death and the burned quieter bearing still occupied the cold air of the sealed chamber. No one spoke. There was nothing left to negotiate that the residual trail and the three orbital assets had not already made final.I was half-dozing against the stone, Stage 2 t

The Continuity Committee team collapsed the last clean exit from the cross-cut while the Stage 2 bond was still screaming cascade warnings across my vision.Howard and Mara held the choke points with the last of the usable rounds. Suppression fields flattened residual spatial geometry on both flanks. Extraction devices powered up in the dark beyond the deformed bulkheads. The neural-disruptive hum had become a continuous pressure against the edge of the Permanent Link. Sarah’s residual awareness flickered in broken loops of cold stone, loud noise, and the residual alley; the emergency trickle fought to keep her vital signs from flatlining under the dual burden of physical decline and psychological overload.I was forcing the spatial realm to answer through the lockout when the system interface lit up with a second, completely different alert.[Spatial Partition Alert – Stasis Cell 03][External Continuity remote protocol detected][Isolation integrity: 0%][Subject Marcus – forced mat