For the first time in her life, Nyx managed to grip onto more power than she should have been able to do. In this moment, worried for the life of her best friend, her power surged above and beyond her current supposed power level. Such was the power of Telekinesis. Its might relied less on the Mana and Magic stats, and more on one's mental strength and endurance.
The air shivered.
A pulse of psychic force erupted from her core, making every loose stone rattle, every strand of web tremble. Her previously normal, human eyes flared into blazing constellations spiraling across her irises. Her veins strained, becoming visible beneath her skin, each heartbeat pumping more raw space-energy into her hands.
The world around her bent, with the edges of stone warping and any other sound muffling into a distant echo. Dust motes froze mid-air, trapped in the gravity well forming around her. Her breath hitched once, then steadied as her mind coiled tighter, denser, hungrier.
