The crimson sun hovered ominously in the sky, its gravitational pull now focused not on the world around it, but on the Aristaeus queen and her seven elite warriors. The energy that radiated from the tiny orb was no mere physical force—it was far more dangerous, far more precise. It reached deep into their very essence, locking onto the genetic material that made up their physical bodies.
The queen, regal and composed, felt the shift first. Her flesh seemed to tremble under the weight of the force, but not through external pressure. It was as if her cells were being called, one by one, to the singularity in the sky.
Her Lanca, the subjective energy unique to her kind, flared to life around her. But for the first time in a long time, she felt no relief, no reassurance from her power.
"This isn't just a gravitational pull."
