Later that morning, the others gathered for their usual training rotation. Varik insisted they keep routine, "Discipline is what keeps you sane when the world starts bending."
Lucen didn't argue. He stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching as Rynn sparred with Kale. Her arrows bent midair now, curving unnaturally, as if guided by invisible lines.
Lucen's eyes narrowed. 'That's not her doing. That's the Node.'
Across the field, Garrik was lifting his shield again and again, slower this time. The gravity ripple from his anomaly was thicker, heavier. Each slam against the training dummy cracked the ground beneath his feet.
Varik noticed too. "They're amplifying."
Lucen nodded. "Not by choice."
Rynn's next shot shattered mid-flight, spraying shards of light. She cursed, lowering her bow. "The air's wrong. My aim's bending even when I account for the wind."
