The great floating plateau of Aethelgard did not simply end; it terminated in a jagged, impossible precipice.
Below that cliff lay nothing but the howling void of the sky and the terrifying, distant mirror of the Convergence Waters, an endless, abyssal ocean with no visible floor, a liquid grave that stretched into infinity.
Evelyn didn't just push him; she delivered a final, decisive fist to his sternum that acted like a piston, launching him into the abyss.
For three heartbeats, there was only the terrifying whistle of wind rushing past Rex's ears as he plummeted toward the churning darkness.
Then, the sky became a warzone again. They fell, then they flew, then they fought two desperate blurs of light and shadow plummeting toward the sea in a deadly dance of gravity and mana.
SPLASH BOOM!
Evelyn hit the surface of the running water. She did not sink.
Her feet struck the ocean with the force of meteors, and instead of drowning, the sea itself rose to meet her.
