The moment Sienna landed, the world lurched.
Her stomach twisted as her feet sank into the stone, the unseen force pressing down with crushing intensity. Air whooshed from her lungs. Her knees trembled as if an invisible hand was dragging her into the depths.
Then, she saw it.
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The Tyrant of Gravity
A hulking beast stood atop the shattered ruins—a monstrous fusion of obsidian and silver. Its hide was black, armored, layered with jagged plates that pulsed with eerie, liquid-like veins of silver light.
It had no eyes. Only a floating core embedded in its forehead, glowing with a relentless, white-hot energy.
The air around it warped, twisting light itself. Chunks of floating debris spiraled toward the core, only to be crushed into dust. A deep, resonating hum filled the space, vibrating through Sienna's bones.
Her breath hitched. This wasn't just a beast. It was a force of nature.
Then, the core flared.
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A Battle Against the World Itself
CRACK.
The ground beneath her shattered.
She jumped—too slow.
A sudden force ripped her sideways, yanking her like a ragdoll. She slammed into a jagged rock pillar—hard. A sharp burst of pain erupted through her ribs.
Her vision blurred as she gasped, but there was no time to recover.
The world flipped.
Gravity reversed.
Sienna's stomach lurched as she was flung into the sky. Her hair whipped around her face, her body twisting as if she were caught in a violent, invisible current.
She gritted her teeth. This isn't random.
The Tyrant was controlling the battlefield.
Testing her.
Another pulse. Down.
The force slammed her toward the ground. She twisted midair, barely managing to brace herself before—
BOOM.
She hit the stone hard. Dust and debris exploded around her, the impact rattling her bones.
Damn it.
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Fighting Against an Unseen Hand
Sienna clenched her fists, forcing herself up. Her limbs ached, but her mind was clear.
The air around the Tyrant shimmered as it took a slow, deliberate step forward. The gravitational hum intensified. The core's glow pulsed in rhythm—like a heartbeat.
It was waiting. Watching.
A slow smirk tugged at her lips.
You think you're the only one who can manipulate the battlefield?
She closed her eyes.
Felt the shifts.
And when the next gravity pulse hit—she moved with it.
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Reclaiming Control
Instead of resisting, Sienna let the force carry her.
She twisted midair, adjusting her center of gravity—flipping seamlessly onto a floating platform. The force pushed her forward, but now, she rode the shift, not fought it.
The Tyrant's head twitched.
The core pulsed again—a rapid shift left.
Sienna spun with the flow, landing perfectly.
For the first time, the Tyrant hesitated.
Its core flared brighter, faster. A tremor rippled through its form, its plates tightening.
The battlefield had changed.
Now, she was the one controlling the fight.
The floating debris around her—once trapped in the Tyrant's pull—shifted. She reached out, and the scattered ruins bent toward her.
The beast let out a low, distorted rumble.
Sienna raised a hand—and the weight of the battlefield shifted.
Her turn.
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