“It does take time to enter—and you never know how much,” Liam says, the threat present beneath the words like distant thunder. “It could be a day, or fifty years. And when it bleeds you, the door mechanism stains your hands, like this.” He holds up his own. “It’s meant to show when someone has accessed the Everless vault—or tried to. But that’s the least of your worries—Captain Ivan will do worse, if you’re found where you don’t belong.”
