“Or maybe you’ll hurry to Elendel, to join everyone who will die in the blast. The bomb is rigged to blow if the ship is stopped or struck by weapons fire. It’s too late. I’ve won. I—” Hit her, Harmony, Wax thought. Cut her off. Now. Telsin gasped. She stumbled, the red glow to her eyes fading, her lips parting, and fell motionless to the rooftop. Her body is pushed past its limits, Harmony told him. Waxillium … she’s being sustained only by the power. Get Autonomy to withdraw. Stop that ship!
