The pull didn't feel like gravity.
It felt like decision.
Not hers. Not Dante's.
Something else choosing for them.
The ground vanished beneath their feet as the world folded inward, the tower no longer something in front of them but something they were being dragged into. Light warped, distance collapsed, and the air itself twisted into a narrow, unstoppable direction.
Forward.
Her fingers slipped.
Just a fraction.
Dante tightened his grip instantly.
"Don't," he said, voice low, sharp, like the word itself could anchor her.
"I'm trying" Her breath broke as the force surged again, yanking her forward, her body lifting off the ground completely now. "It's pulling harder"
Victor had one hand locked around Dante's arm, the other digging into the cracking ground like that would somehow hold all three of them in place. "Yeah, I can see that! Any brilliant ideas would be great right now!"
Dante didn't answer.
Because every part of his focus was locked on one thing
