It took me a moment of utter terror before I realized that wasn't exactly accurate. While the Order was definitely one step closer to our Universe, they weren't quite all the way through. I felt them stop, held back by a thin, vibrating barrier, that odd feeling of time I'd encountered the first moment I'd understood what the line between Universes might be.
So no need to panic, right? Oliver didn't seem to agree.
I have to go. He half stood, hand shaking, his gray eyes wide and full of fear. But I pulled him back down beside me while Max's deep voice echoed my denial with speech.
There is nothing your departure will do now, he sent, quiet and calm despite the initial fear of our contact. They seem to be stymied inside some kind of bubble of power.