Kryo's hand moved with terrifying speed—faster than Northern himself was moving. The Origin seized him by the jaw, instantly killing his momentum, hoisted him into the sky, and slammed him to the ground.
The ground convulsed violently, cracks spreading in an instant as debris exploded into the air.
Northern bounced up and coughed blood. Before he could recover, the Origin had snatched him by the throat. Then the world parted before them. They did not move, but Northern felt his scenery blur and continue to blur. His mind tried to make sense of what was happening to him—why it felt like everything around him was unraveling while he alone was left behind.
But the more he tried to understand, the more abandoned he felt. He struggled to grasp any fragment of reality. His mind felt shattered into pieces as he was hurled across distance at terrifying speed.
