He had become the Maw incarnate.
A tidal pull slammed outward. The anchors Naval, Roman, and Liliana had built strained to breaking. Roselia's flame dimmed to embers as oxygen itself seemed swallowed. Milim staggered midair, her starfire wings flickering under the pressure.
Leon coughed blood, white light spilling from the cracks in his chest. His rings spun erratic, shivering against the pull of inevitability that surged anew. He tried to rise, but even with his allies feeding into him, his body screamed on the edge of collapse.
Glothar spread his arms, the void bending toward him like a black sea."Fracture. Refuse. Bleed. It is beautiful—but it ends."
The devouring pressure slammed down.
