Arata's boots skidded as the building itself groaned, reality trying to tilt the hallway 90 degrees like a trapdoor.
"Tch…!" He tried jumping away, but gravity shifted again—sideways.
"Arata, hold on!"
CRACK! A stabilized magnetic pulse surged under Arata's soles, latching him to the ground like a railgun anchor. Arata blinked, momentarily weightless—before finding his footing.
Kaminari, standing just behind a flickering breaker box, his hand on the metal wall, exhaled through clenched teeth.
His coat swayed, electric arcs trailing like living veins from his fingertips.
"If she's what I think she is... even lightning won't reach her."
His voice was low—fearless, but aware. His passive blessing was humming at full tilt.
"She's ripping through laws. What the hell is her limit?" he muttered.
Then—
FLASH!
