The shadows collapsed inward like a dying star consuming itself, pulling Noah through layers of reality that felt wrong. His stomach lurched as the settlement vanished, replaced by something that looked like someone had taken midnight and stretched it across infinite space. Purple bled into black in patterns that hurt to track, creating horizons that curved in directions his eyes couldn't properly follow.
Arthur stood thirty feet away, completely at ease despite the fight they'd just had outside. His simple clothes were torn, bloodied, but his posture suggested he'd merely been warming up.
Noah's first instinct kicked in immediately.
[VOID BLINK ACTIVATED]
Purple energy flared around his body as he tried to displace himself, to fold space and emerge outside this prison. The skill triggered, void energy responding to his will, but when the displacement should have completed, Noah found himself standing in the exact same spot.
