The Culler didn't wait for a rebuttal. It swung the singularity staff, and the gravity on the helipad simply vanished. I was thrown into the air, my breath hitching as the oxygen was sucked toward the violet light of the staff.
“Mama!” the twins screamed, their voices thin and terrified. They were pinned against the wreckage of a satellite dish, their golden auras flickering as they fought to stay anchored to the earth.
Killian lunged from the shadows of the lower deck, his massive jaws snapping at the Culler’s neck, but the Architect’s executioner didn't even turn. It simply swiped a hand of obsidian, a wave of kinetic force sending Killian crashing through a row of ventilation units. The sound of his ribs snapping echoed through the link, and a surge of white-hot agony flared in my
