Chrysalis

The stone shatters down the middle, shards flying in all directions, then slowing, freezing, and reversing, as they are pulled back to the force of the spell which had sent them flying in the first place.

Now exposed to the air, the bomb makes itself known in the familiar, terrifying way.

I can’t even describe it as a howl, or a shriek. It goes well beyond anything I have experienced before. The air around me is simply ripped away, and the next instant, I’m caught within a hurricane.

The ship creaks and groans worryingly as the winds rip and tear at every loose scrap of cloth, rope and sail. Barrels are whipped straight off the deck, smashing into the railings and tipping right over the top.

The water around us is even worse. Even before the bomb expanded, it was frothing and thrashing, but now it’s straight up storming. Waves rise seemingly at random, smashing into each other. Before I can twitch, the fleet finds itself rising and falling on colossal waves that threaten to capsize the ships at any moment.

Thankfully, more and more of the bubble shields are popping into place as the brathian sailors work their magic, so even if they flip over, the water won’t rush in and drown the ants. Well, so long as the ships don’t rip apart, which is a serious concern!

The unspeakably large chunk of rock is no longer my concern, as above my head, it is being devoured by what I have made.

I’m almost glad I can’t hear anything over the wind, because the noise up there must be… dreadful.

the gravity of Pangera, the rock is now falling toward the epicentre of the Gravity Bomb, which hangs in the air like a black sun. It’s hard to even look at it. A black sphere of indeterminate size, the light around it bends and warps in dizzying ways, replicated in each of my thousands of lenses until the image becomes headache-inducing. What is easy to see, is the rate at which it

Like soap suds circling the drain, they whip around and around, torn and shredded over and over again until they vanish into the dark mass, never to be

it's going, it won’t even take that long for the spell to consume the entirety of what the

let it last

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waves, spinning towers of water begin to rise as the winds shriek around them. Twisters of dizzying size and power

and I am struggling to hold on. The main issue I have is that the railing is

in all, things aren’t going

to strengthen and bolster the ships, and some have even

myself am frantically trying to put a gravity well together, my exhausted brains limping along, but gaining

easier, but with only ten thousand, it takes time to recover from exertions

there’s no way it can resist the kind of forces that are coming to bear against it. Fracture lines begin to appear up and down the face of the mountain, stone tearing loose and floating up to the waiting maw that is the

so far away from the roof of the stratum. If it started ripping into the base of

development. In an instant, my body starts to rise on one side as my legs wiggle free in

not going anywhere until this railing goes with me! Which won’t