The world didn't just turn upside down; it broke.
When the Void Sovereign reversed gravity, the Capital became a nightmare of floating debris. Broken pillars, golden statues, and screaming Lion Guards drifted upward into the purple sky.
Rurik flailed his arms, kicking at the air. "I hate flying! Put me down!"
Rajah tried to ignite his sword for propulsion, but without the ground to push off, he just spun in a circle like a fiery top. "This is undignified!"
Caspian, used to three-dimensional movement underwater, was the only one not panicking. He swam through the air, grabbing a floating Leonora by the ankle before she drifted into a black cloud.
"Orient yourselves!" Caspian shouted. "Treat the air like water! Use mana to push!"
Primrose wasn't drifting. Her Nine Silver Tails acted like rudders, keeping her stable in the chaos.
She looked down—or was it up?—at the Sovereign. He was walking on the air as if it were solid ground, tapping his cane on invisible steps.
