After suddenly being pulled upwards, those who still breathed in Epheria's air felt the world around them expand and draw taut.
And then it suddenly shrunk.
When they blinked, they were no longer running for cover, defending themselves with Utilities and Fint against the explosions, the falling rubble, and wrathful enemies. Now, they were standing dazed in an unfamiliar world.
It wasn't an Arid Chunk.
It wasn't Agavon.
It was a blank space, a seemingly endless, level, off-white plane.
The nearly one hundred Clean Riders who survived the chaos that Ess caused by heaving the Great Earthen Parasite to the surface were here, along with the roughly three hundred Fint-Using beasts that remained from the initial charge they had been riding to address.
