— Valisera's POV —
Valisera, who was lying completely paralyzed on the cold, debris-covered ground thirty meters away, desperately tried to lift her heavy head.
Thirty meters.
In her prime, she could fold that spatial distance in a microsecond.
Now, that short stretch of ruined concrete felt like an infinite, impassable ocean.
Thick, hot blood was violently stinging her eyes, blurring her vision into a hazy red nightmare.
She viciously bit her own tongue, trying to use the sharp spike of physical pain to jump-start her failing nervous system.
She desperately tried to twitch her broken fingers, attempting to force the ambient ether to weave just a single, fragile gravity field.
Just a momentary push to save this insignificant, cowardly pawn who had foolishly sacrificed his only chance at escape to distract the monster from her.
Move... she screamed to herself, her mind a raging storm of denial and fury.
Move, you damned Ether!
