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She raised her hand to her own face. In the reflection of a floating dust shard, she saw the silver line—starting at her temple, branching across her cheek, and disappearing into a place where her skin simply stopped being.

But the readout wasn't showing a clean collapse. It was showing a leak .

She looked at Kael. His left eye had a crack running through it. Not a scar—a thin, silver line, like a scratched lens. He didn't seem to notice. Multiscatter Crack

Her assistant, Kael, pointed at the holoscan. The crack looked like a frozen lightning bolt, but each branch split into smaller branches, ad infinitum. At the tenth zoom, the lines blurred into a shimmer—a wound in the fabric of reality.

The drop trembled, then sprouted needle-thin tendrils—more cracks, branching outward across the chamber floor. Each tendril didn't break the metal; it forgot it. Where the crack passed, matter turned to a fine, cold dust that fell upward, toward the ceiling, as if gravity had reversed for those specific atoms. She raised her hand to her own face

The test slab of reinforced carbonite sat in the vacuum chamber, seemingly intact. Yet the sensors registered a ghost—a faint, high-frequency whisper bouncing between dimensions. The crack had formed, all right: a fractal lattice of stress lines so fine they existed between molecules, then between atoms, then between the quarks inside the nucleons. It didn't break the slab. It broke the space the slab occupied.

As if on cue, the chamber hummed. A low, guttural sound, like a stone gargling. Then the air smelled wrong—ozone and burnt rosemary. Elara’s hand drifted to the emergency stop, but her eyes were locked on the slab. It was showing a leak

"Multiscatter," Elara whispered, the word now tasting like ash. "It scattered across scale levels. But where did the missing mass go?"

"Elara," he said, his voice coming from slightly to the left of his mouth. "I think we're multiscattering, too."