Naval's trident jammed harder into the void-floor, anchoring the group against the Maw's gravitational pull. His voice thundered with the weight of seas.
"Leon—don't give in to collapse yet. Ride it, damn you. Ride it!"
Roselia pressed her staff to the void, her flame flaring despite the hunger gnawing at it. She shouted hoarsely, desperation twisting her hymn.
"If you break now, you take us all with you! Fight it, Flamebreaker!"
Liliana's hands shook, threads flickering between her fingers as she bound Leon's fractures faster and faster. Each strand bled her resonance dry, but she refused to stop. Her whisper cracked into a scream.
"You don't get to fall here!"
Roman slammed both fists into the ground, his veins bulging, body-force roaring like a war drum. He forced the void itself to hold together beneath their feet.
"You're the damn center of this fight—hold, Leon!"
