Liora blinked, her body still weightless, but the space around her had changed--less void, more memory, as if the darkness itself was watching to see where she'd land.
Slowly, the momentum behind her swing stalled, leaving her floating off into the endless void once more.
"What is this," she muttered, reaching her hand down for her grimoire but finding nothing in return, "I don't have access to arcana, and I can't move freely. How am I supposed to do anything?"
She felt the air vibrating along her skin, reacting to something in the distance.
Reactively, she looked up to sense for wherever the disturbance originated, panic settling into her mind once again.
There were three more streaks of white, all with the same deafening velocity as before. As they slowly tilted in the air, it became clear what they were.
A trio of massive pages sliced through the void, their smooth white surfaces groaning against each other like colliding silk.
