Whatever went up, has to eventually come down. Kael was in the process of experiencing that.
The horizon he'd been thrown into wasn't some clean cinematic arc. It was a violent, gut-twisting launch that stole the ground out from under him and then stole time right after.
For a few heartbeats, there had been that stupid, weightless float, just long enough for his brain to whisper this can't be real, and then gravity remembered him.
Now it was the opposite. Not floating. Not falling. Plummeting.
Wind tore past his ears so hard it turned into a constant roar, like the world itself was screaming. His stomach lagged behind his spine.
His arms flailed once, then locked in tight without him deciding it, his body trying to make itself smaller in the air like that would bargain with physics.
Terminal velocity, terminal here meant, he'll become a splatter of blood once he meets the dirt at this speed. There was no slowing this down.
