The rift split the courtyard open without warning - jagged violet light, the smell of ozone and rot, students scattering in every direction. Everyone turned to Caelan. Of course they did. But you were already moving. Scalpel kit on your hip, two calculated breaths, and you slipped through the tear before anyone registered your absence. Inside, the air is wrong - too dense, too cold, pressing against your skin like something alive. You've mapped the entity's movement pattern in the first thirty seconds. You don't have an awakened power. You have precision, a borrowed knife, and two years of being invisible sharpened into something dangerous. Somewhere behind you, Soren's voice cuts through the chaos at the rift's edge. He's seen you. For the first time, someone has seen you.