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The resonance point was only a short walk away. Technically, he could have brought it closer if he really felt like it, but that would bring with it a needless risk of destabilizing the weaves within the workspace’s fabric. And repairing that would be a pain in the ass. More than once, he’d ended up merely scrapping a space entirely rather than trying to fix it. At a certain point, it was better to simply move everything important out and then start over from scratch.

The Remapper was good for that task, if necessary, but here and now, he only wanted it for connectivity. As the three of them neared the resonance point, the rings of the Remapper came alive with movement and a soft white glow. Slowly, as he pointed them at the correct location, they positioned themselves into a perfectly cylindrical form. That was their primary function: to aid him in pinpointing the exact spot of geographic resonance within a given domain.

In this case, having built this place himself, he didn’t necessarily need the Remapper’s help for that, but using it was a force of habit by now. Better to be precise than to rely on his fallible memory, especially if he happened to mix this workspace up with one of the others. Some of them looked extremely similar, after all.

He’d made that mistake once before, actually. And he’d ended up having to scour the domain up and down for nearly two weeks before finding the resonance point again and finally escaping.

Talk about embarrassing. Good thing Marlizia wasn’t the type to make fun of him. Most other reapers would’ve never let him live that down--and probably told everyone they knew about it, too.

The Needle was what actually aided in parting the weaves and opening the doorway out of the workspace. With a twist of the handle, the tip popped open, exposing its multiple small spikes, which crackled with an electric current.

That current, however, was no normal thing. It pulled on his very soul with enough force to knock a younger servant out cold. For him, it was merely uncomfortable, but he knew that if he sustained it for too long, it would become truly dangerous.

Incidentally, he’d been working on a means of properly weaponizing that interaction, but it was proving more difficult than expected.

With a vertical swipe, the Needle ripped a hole through the resonance point. It was merely a pitch-black space at first, which was where the Remapper came in again. He held it up to the hole and concentrated, searching his mind for the correct workspace.