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Ian withdrew his gaze, confirming that the stitched monstrosity would not move again. Then he walked over and crouched down. Its body lay on its side, and the leg taken from Flash was still twitching faintly, the movements tiny, like a signal that had not been fully cut off, trying to reconnect but unable to find a receiver.
Ian did not wait for it to stop completely. He reached out and pressed a hand to its chest. The instant his fingertips touched the tattered blue bodysuit, the stitches in its skin began to part slightly before his eyes.
Golden light poured from his palm, covering its entire torso like a thin, even membrane of light that slowly closed along the contours of the body. A few seconds later, the body changed from solid flesh into a translucent outline, then vanished completely into the air, leaving behind neither fragments nor residue.
He did not rise immediately, remaining crouched for a while longer, as though waiting for his mind to confirm the location of that rift.
When the rift had appeared, all his attention had been on the stitched monstrosity, and he had not had time to record the exact structure of its edges. Now, he could only reconstruct its shape from the lingering spatial fluctuations.
He stood, glanced around the street to make sure no one was nearby, then closed his eyes. Golden light flared across his body once more, flowing from his shoulders to his fingertips. From there, it drew a fine line through the air, like a tendril stretching toward an unknown place.
The line probed through the air for several seconds before slowly taking shape. It first outlined the rift, from the arc at its top to the point where it narrowed at the bottom.