The sweep is already eating the sector behind them. It does not leave ruins. It leaves a flat, unwritten void, and anyone the registers cannot name goes with the stone.
Rook is ahead of it with a lockpick roll, a left arm that fires a fraction late, and a key sealed under his glove. The only door out is Gatehouse 07. It will not open for him. It will not open for Grix, who is already pricing the dead, or for the Ghost, who comes apart under the light that reads a name.
So he hires the two people the gate will accept. Aaron, who still cooks on the trail and will not leave a crew on the step. Lyra, who read the contract and came anyway.
The gate keeps two tokens. Five of them are going down.
Aaron plants his shield and waits for the word to move. Rook has already counted who does not fit through the door. The sweep is closer than the stair, and he still has not said the number.