The sensation of warping was nothing like Elara had ever felt. It was both a rush and a slow-motion journey, the fabric of space-time folding and unfolding before her eyes. Celestial hues of blue, purple, and gold danced around her, an otherworldly ballet of cosmic energies.
But, as the warp progressed, she felt a sudden tug, like an anchor trying to pull her back. She glanced around, trying to locate Caden and the planet, but they seemed to be slipping away from her. The celestial patterns shifted and twisted, creating a visual cacophony.
"No!" Elara screamed, her voice echoing in the vast emptiness, her hand reaching out. But Caden and the Nexali planet had vanished, lost somewhere in the kaleidoscope of warping space.
