The sweating Ethan was currently positioned beneath an enormous solidified sphere of black ink.
His arms were raised, with palms pressed against the base of the sphere, holding it steady above him.
He was trying to replicate the same effect as Bella's black hole training, though this version lacked the gravitational pull that made hers so brutal. This sphere weighed about twenty tons, a weight that would crush most people flat, but without the added pull of gravity dragging him down, it was manageable.
Still, twenty tons was twenty tons. Roughly ten cars stacked together, all pressing down on his arms.
Arael stood by the corner, holding her hand steady towards the sphere she watched him with that calm, expressionless gaze she always wore.
After a little while later, Ethan mentally commanded her to undo this, to which she quickly did. The massive sphere compressed and reshaped into floating liquid which traveled back to her skin as tattoos.
