The pull wasn't clean.
It wasn't an orderly force or a simple vector.
It was gravitational chaos.
Space folded toward the point of attraction as if the world had decided to collapse in on itself.
...Everything was torn from its trajectory and thrown in the same direction.
WHOOOOOOM—!
Oryx felt his stomach twist.
There was no "up" or "down." Space stretched, compressed, and his perception—normally dilated—became erratic, saturated with contradictory signals.
Noha was no better off.
And their summonses struggled to stabilize: roars, flapping wings, brute force tearing through the air... all useless.
All absorbed.
They were dragged along as they collided with each other.
BROOMMM—!
CRASH—!
FWUUM—!
Amidst the distorted chaos—
Seraphina.
She wasn't fighting the force.
She was using it.
Her incomplete body was supported by platforms of light that were born and died in fractions of a second, created only to stabilize her, propel her, and disappear.
