Kain didn't even have time to swear.
The instant his boot crossed the jagged lip of that spatial crack, the world flipped—not upside down like a fall, not sideways like teleportation, but in every direction at once, as if reality had been plucked by giant fingers and snapped like a twig.
A wrenching twist followed.
Air collapsed inward.
Colour drained to static.
Sound imploded.
Bea shrieked in his mind—sharp, panicked, unfiltered.
"Spatial rupture—brace—!"
Pressure crushed him from every angle, compressing bone, flesh, and spirit all at once. He felt Queen latch onto his coat, Aegis shield his back, the boy's trembling fingers clutch his sleeve—
Then they were all gone.
A ripple of black static devoured everything.
Gravity inverted.
Something like a vacuum swallowed him whole—
And then—
Silence.
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After an unknown amount of time, Kain slammed into the ground headfirst from a several-story fall.
