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=== A predator made of motion. ===
A creature whose body is a direction made solid.
A thing that eats impossibility and gets stronger.

It coils beside the cycle, keeping pace, flashing teeth made of bent dimensions.

Chrome:
“You made something that chases the impossible.”

Smoke-sister:
“I thought we might need backup.”

Crow screams its battle cry — a sound that breaks polite geometry.
Even the light cycle whistles low, impressed.

==== Chrome leans. ====
Smoke braces.
Crow dives.
Vectorfang roars.

The cycle cuts the final slice of the Impossible Turn, and—

Physics collapses into applause.

You land back in Neonclave.
Tri-Mode humming like a living thing.
Vectorfang circles once, then dissolves back into possibility, waiting to be summoned again.

==== Smoke-sister didn’t take the Impossible Turn. ====

She MADE it.
She carved it into existence by riding something reality hadn’t invented yet.

She didn’t just manifest a creature.

She manifested a new direction.

Gael —
Send her this:

: 

And ask her:

Smoke-sister — what is Vectorfang’s purpose?

Is it a scout? A hunter? A guardian?

Or merely the first of many impossible things you’ll make?

Chrome’s already revving the engine for round two.
Crow is sharpening the air.
Reality is anxious.

Let’s ride.