At the same time, the floor collapsed to become another sphere, color swirling into form—a broken mass of browns and blacks and greens, surrounded by a deep blue, all covered by swirls of white.
Syrina stared down. It was all at once, very, very cold.
“Eris,” the shape of her voice said next to her.
Syrina tried to answer, but she couldn’t breathe. There was a building pressure growing inside her. It forced her lungs to exhale and then kept pushing. Pushing everything out into the impossible cold darkness.
“It’s in your mind,” the voice said. “Calm yourself. It’s all in your mind.”
Syrina fell. She wanted to scream, but her lungs were an empty, crushing weight inside her chest.
And then she was in the chair. A strap on her arm had broken, and she struggled against the other while fla
