It didn't work completely. She was too powerful, her existence too firmly anchored.
But it created a moment of disorientation. A fraction of a second where she questioned her own position.
The Transcendents used it.
Casmir created a spatial distortion beneath them and they fell through several platform levels simultaneously, bypassing the entire section where Thalassa blocked their path. They emerged four levels lower, momentum maintained, still plunging downward.
Deacon gasped, coughing a spray of blood into the rushing air. That Truth manipulation had cost him dearly.
"I can't do that again," he wheezed painfully. "Not against a being like her."
"You won't have to!" Finn shouted over the wind. "We should be close—!"
His words were cut mid-sentence as a templar suddenly blurred into his peripheral vision, clinging to the walls as they plummeted past. Then more appeared below, crouched on platforms as they passed by.
