Trench and Darling knew there was no time to gather a team of Rangers. Emily shouldn't have been able to enter the Astral Plane without Bureau training, yet the readings left no doubt—she was inside. If they didn't act fast, she might be lost to it.
"We're going in," Trench said, already moving toward the Control Point in the heart of the Oldest House.
Darling hesitated. "We don't even know how she got there. What if we're walking into something beyond our understanding?"
Trench shot him a look. "Everything we deal with is beyond our understanding." He activated the Control Point, the air around them rippling as the dimensional gateway prepared to pull them through. "Let's move."
The world around them shifted, the Oldest House dissolving into stark white expanses and impossible architecture. The Astral Plane. A place of raw power and shifting reality. But something was wrong.
Darling steadied himself, scanning the horizon. "Where is she?"
A distant, distorted echo of Emily's voice drifted across the plane, laced with an unnatural reverberation. The air trembled with unseen energy.
Trench tightened his grip on his Service Weapon. "She's not alone."