A glance back reveals the Knight Commander, still waiting. The Vagrant’s lips shape a prayer, he takes a deep breath … and steps out. Vesper buries her head in the Vagrant’s chest. The air is not solid but there is resistance. With spongy strides, the Vagrant goes up. He focuses on the cube, muscles tight with tension. One step, then another, fighting the urge to look down. As they get closer, details emerge on the side of the cube. A lip juts out below an archway, inviting, the back of Obeisance’s cloak already vanishing through it.
