Dimensional Descent

Vein's pulsed through Aulina's delicate brow, her face reddening beneath the strain as she released a low shout.

Joel and Arnold were ripped out of the waters, their consciousnesses still not having been regained. Panic took hold of Franco's heart as he wondered just how much water they had swallowed, but he didn't have the luxury of finding out now, he needed to bring everyone back.

Franco dug deep, pulling out everything he had. He stacked two people to each one of his shoulders, taking heavy steps back toward the coast. Every time his leg rose and fell, violent rippled of water would surge through, forming tall waves that drenched him through from head to toe.

Blood leaked between his teeth as he stomped back. He knew that the gravity whale was behind him, but he also knew that it had a choice to make.

If it moved, the curtain of gravity would vanish as Franco had enough distance to shoot away. However, if it didn't move, then Franco would just continue adding to the distance between them. Even if he had to turn his bones into dust, he would bring them out of here.

Unfortunately… What actually happened was far out of their expectations.

The curtain of gravity suddenly shifted as the whale's tail twitched. As though it was playing a cruel game with them all, the range of the curtain shrunk and began to concentrate on Franco.

BANG!

Unable to control what was happening, Franco fell to a single knee, feeling as though his bones had splintered. The pain was so excruciating that the blood vessels in his eyes popped, filling his whites with a crimson hue.

Franco roared, pushing himself back up inch by inch. But…

BANG!

The gravity curtain multiplied again, slamming Franco's knee back onto the waters.

Force to stop himself from sinking. But,

been trying to force his way over as well but had been stalled by the gravity curtain, watched on with bloodshot eyes. Gravity was a perfect counter to his spatial affinity as they were inextricably linked to one another. This gravity curtain made it almost

BANG!

second knee from hitting the water. He tried to keep his back as straight as possible, but

to its limits. Every time she tried to control the waters, it would gurgle and ignore her. This was the first time she had ever experienced such a thing in her life, but it was also because she knew she had pushed herself too

jaw. He pushed himself as far as he could. But, no matter what he tried,

could feel his vision swimming, but his will was

a single thought: He wouldn't stop until he died. Until his nerves gave out,

was torn to shreds. However, this pain seemed to be like an

ankles arching as he pushed his body forward. Even if he couldn't stand to his feet anymore, so what? He could still push himself forward like

an endless torrent of Force coming to him from Gil. He knew that Gil was also at the end of his rope, scrounging up whatever small bit of will he had left to try an support his supposed enemy. It was only Franco that was well aware that

believe the audacity of these ants to still continue struggling. But… if they could barely survive against this, what would they do

BANG! BANG! BANG!

keep his back straight. His face crashed into the waters, feeling like a resounding slap

'I can't…'

and using it to push himself forward. It was the kind

death continuously slapped his face, making it absolutely furious. It wanted nothing more than

rise up. A sonic boom of sound shattered their ear drums one after another, threatening to

able to be sent flying, the strength of the sound wave couldn't be dissipated and Franco was forced to take on the brunt of

clean. What

the weight on his back pushing him into the waters

their heroic tale would truly end here, a hand reached down and touched his shoulder, shrouding him in