In the centre of it all hovered Aether. The void dragon looked ridiculously pleased with himself, chest puffed out and wings spread wide as he maintained the singularity with apparent ease.
"Master!" Aether called out cheerfully, as if he were a child showing off a new trick. "Are you watching? Is this not magnificent?"
"Magnificent is one word for it," Arthur called back, still bracing against the current. "Overkill is another!"
The plant creature made a last desperate lunge away from the pull, stretching one vine toward a sturdy tree just beyond the effect radius. For a moment, it seemed it might anchor itself—until the vine snapped with an audible twang.
With what Arthur could swear was a plaintive wail, the plant tumbled backward through the air, spinning end over end toward the singularity's core.
