Sylvester felt his body twisting and straining through what seemed like space magic for an unknown amount of time. In his heart, he had accepted there was nothing he could do but let the natural force take him. In his mind, he could only pray that his worst imagination wouldn't become a reality.
"Meow!" Miraj made some noise as well, feeling the same things as Sylvester but even more confused.
However, there was no noise from behind; Saint Scepter was as calm as ever and moving not far from Sylvester. Sylvester realized there was a possibility that this wasn't the first time Saint Scepter was experiencing it.
After an unknown stretch of time, he finally began to feel the suction force decreasing, and his body slowly came towards a halt. The view before his eyes began to change as well, showing him the emptiness of space, full of stars and various colorful celestial clouds.
