He fought through the pull and his shattered body, trying to ignite the jets again, trying to push back... but nothing worked.
The Hungering Dark was absolute... Every force he used was swallowed like it never existed.
Desperate, he looked around and spotted a massive meteor tumbling through the chaos... He forced himself toward it, slamming onto its surface hard enough to crack it. He coughed another mouthful of blood, but he toughed through it and summoned his staff.
He held it with his shaking hands and drove it deep into the rock... then he used his aetheric chains to bind himself and the staff tightly to the meteor.
But now... all he could do was watch helplessly as the spatial tear pulled more and more of the world into itself... rubble, cities, even the horizon.
This was a live viewership of a planet getting devoured... only a very few had lived the experience and lived to tell the tale.
