The corridor began to distort.
"Stay together!" Ouroboros roared, but it was too late.
A wall of wind hit them like a collective punch, separating Monica, Samira, and Beatrice from the rest of the group. Daniela and Bellatrix tried to turn to help, but a sudden, heavy rain fell from nowhere, each drop like an icy needle against the scales.
Yennifer, on Strax's back, held on tightly, her hair plastered to her face with moisture. "We can't hold this formation!"
Frieren, even with her usual calm, narrowed her eyes. "This storm isn't just conjuration... it's alive. It's reacting to us."
Krissia looked around at the dark void and realized there was no horizon, only an endless swirl of clouds, lightning, and wind. "So it won't let us out."
Scathach roared in frustration.
"I need more space!" But with each flap of her wings, she felt heavier, as if gravity itself were being manipulated to pull them down.
