The absorption did not stop.
Even after the Paragon reinforced her personal space with her own authority, the pull continued to intensify. What had begun as a vast extraction of ambient energies now turned directly toward her. Threads of her power — the very force she was using to hold the space together — began to unravel and stream toward the floating figure at the center. They were not violently torn from her, nor did they break away in a way that felt like an attack. They simply drifted, as though they had been convinced that they belonged somewhere else.
She felt it clearly.
Her own energy was being stripped away.
