But above it all, Ainsworth remained still. Floating, untethered by gravity, his coat fluttering lightly in the breeze.
The Special-rank Zombie turned to him, smirking.
"Well? Not going to save them? What, did your confidence run out?"
Ainsworth didn't reply. He simply floated down, passing through the barrier meant to trap him as if it weren't there.
As someone with freedom, it was impossible for someone weaker than him to trap and seal him.
The Special-rank Zombie's grin twitched. "…Huh?"
Ainsworth's eyes, half-lidded and indifferent, didn't even acknowledge the taunt.
Instead, he raised his hand slowly toward the sky, his palm glowing faintly.
"Orbital Compression: Gravity Singularity."
A tiny sphere of darkness materialized above the battlefield. It was a swirling core of concentrated gravity, pulsing with dark-colored energy.
The moment it stabilized, everything changed.
