Zena: the First Awakening
Copyright© 2025 by Man Of Myth
Chapter 5: The Not a Mirror River
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Not a Mirror River - Before the first stars learned to burn, the Pulse was born, a living rhythm of creation that binds gods, universes, and mortal thought. On the world of Zena, a single clash between two kings reawakens that forgotten power. The impact fractures the laws of reality, echoing through distant realms, awakening watchers, universes, and ancient minds that have slept since the dawn of existence. Now, as the Pulse stirs once more, time bends, empires tremble.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Military Mystery Science Fiction Aliens Space Politics Royalty
The carvings along the riverbed brightened with every meter they swam. Each one flared, an ember revived after ages of sleep. Stone after stone ignited beneath the surface, a trail of white fire wove ahead, guiding them deeper into the hidden channel. The glow shimmered on their wet skin, flickering like starlight drifting across their bodies.
Near the bank, the brightest carving shone, resembling a perfect falling star: a round front. Its rounded front tapered into a slender, white tail; its cold glow rippled outward like moonlight on water.
Every glowing carving they passed had the same shape. The water shimmered beneath, a low hum flowing through their legs and stomachs, as if the river itself was breathing.
They moved onward as the mist grew denser, each droplet shimmering with a silver-white glow. The waterfall’s roar diminished, its strength yielding to whatever was stirring here, softened by the enchantment.
Ryra leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “What are they pointing at?”
“The path of divergence...” Lyna whispered, her voice filled with awe as her golden eyes widened, taking in every shimmer.
Cael blinked at her. “What?”
Uruses moved closer beside him; his tall, broad figure outlined by the faint glow, and he murmured, “The river splits,” in a steady, deep voice. “One branch heads toward the valley ... and the other runs straight underground.”
Leon looked closely, beneath the surface. His skin tingled.
“That’s ... No. Is there a whole river beneath us? Completely underground? Yeah, I’ll pass.”
A gentle pulse radiated outward, causing the water to shimmer as if it acknowledged him. Then, silence took over. The glow persisted without fading. The hum remained continuous. The air, it seemed, didn’t even breathe.
It simply waited. Then Zyrian moved.
He moved forward with smooth, effortless grace, water parting around him as if acknowledging him first.
“Come on,” he said softly, “let’s find out where our paths truly split.”
“Zyrian. Wait.”
Nira instinctively reached out, her fingers brushing the water where his arm used to be.
“We have to be careful.”
Zyrian didn’t look back.
Cael exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling just below the surface. His gaze shifted to Ryra. She met his gaze, her lips curling into a slight smile, part challenge, part hesitation. Their silent glances always conveyed more intensity than spoken words.
Leon moved closer to Nira, instinctively matching her speed. His shoulder lightly touched hers.
Uruses stayed near the final glowing carving, observing it fade as the current moved them onward. Then he turned to Lyna. Her wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, with her golden eyes reflecting the glow like molten embers.
He remained silent; words were unnecessary. Lyna offered a slight nod, calm, composed, and confident.
Just ahead, Zyrian rotated in the water, raising both eyebrows in that familiar “well?” look, blending impatience and mischief.
Everyone let out a collective sigh, tired and resigned. Then, as they always did, they followed him.
As they neared the divergence point, the river emitted an ethereal glow. The water under the mist sparkled as if illuminated from within, and the waterfall ahead cascaded light downward in a single, brilliant stream.
It didn’t resemble moonlight; it seemed as if the moon was being pulled down and drained into the Earth. Mist cloaked them, making every breath sharp and silver. At the water’s edge where it dropped, Zyrian halted.
His gaze was directed at the fall itself, not at the glow or the carvings, but solely on the water.
“Find anything?” Nira asked softly as she and Leon moved closer.
Zyrian remained silent. He merely raised a hand, palm facing outwards.
“Stay there.”
His voice was soft, far-off, and seemed somewhat preoccupied.
Ryra’s tone grew sharper.
“Zyrian...”
But he didn’t turn.
He moved closer to the falling sheet of water, feeling the mist’s sting on his face and chest.
He squinted into it, leaning left, right, and lowering himself to peer past the blinding white, attempting every angle to see what was behind the fall.
The waterfall was extremely dense, almost like a moving wall of water. He stepped closer. A little too close. Mist soaked his hair and coated his lashes. The roar vibrated through his bones, overshadowing all sounds except his heartbeat.
He leaned in closer, eyes narrowing to slits, trying to catch even a glimpse of what the glow showed. The water flickered briefly, opening a tiny seam where the fall pressed against a jagged rock, a thin crack in the curtain.
Zyrian gazed through that narrow opening and saw darkness. It was not a rocky surface but a hollow emptiness.
His breath caught as he suddenly realised the truth.
The waterfall wasn’t hitting anything; it wasn’t flowing into a pool. Instead, it moved in two directions.
He moved closer instinctively, too close.
crack
The smooth stone under his foot betrayed him.
His right leg moved forward, passing through the waterfall, not into stone, but into the open air.
“Zyrian!”
All six voices echo through the cavern simultaneously.
They lunged at him, panic slicing through the air like thick mist.
But Zyrian reacted immediately, slamming his hand onto a jagged rock protruding from the cliff. His fingers scraped the wet stone until he secured a hold.
“I’m fine!” he shouted, though the strain made his voice tense. He raised one hand again without glancing back.
“Stay there!”
Zyrian took a deep breath, clutched the jagged stone more firmly, and carefully adjusted his footing as leverage. He slowly backed away from the fall, carefully maneuvering back onto solid ground.
He said, ‘There’s definitely a way on the other side,” as his breath started to steady.
“Really?” Lyna said as she moved beside him, the mist swirling around her shoulders like silver. “The river seems to glow from within.”
The others moved closer, not jostling him but naturally lining up on his sides. The glow of the water illuminated their faces with a soft, pale light.
“Yes,” Zyrian said, this time with a soft, apparent excitement in his voice. “It’s definitely glowing. Look for yourself, don’t get too close.”
They leaned in, stared intently, and a heavy silence followed.
“Uh ... Am I the only one who doesn’t see anything? Or do you all see nothing? Cael asked, blinking hard.
All heads nodded in agreement, except for Zyrian.
Six pairs of eyes directed their gaze at him.
“What?” Zyrian frowned. “What am I supposed to do? Give you magic eyes?”
Lyna raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed and giving the “I know you better than this” look.
Zyrian indicated to her, saying, “Hey, that wasn’t me. I didn’t do anything to the vision.”
Nobody believed him.
He groaned and ran a hand through his wet hair. “Fine. Let me try something. Give me your hands.”
He extended his hands, holding Nira’s in his right and Lyna’s in his left.
“Come closer,” he said, hesitating slightly yet accepting, “Try looking now.”
They leaned in once more, concentrating intently. The water beneath their feet emitted a soft hum.
Zyrian’s core pulsed gently and steadily.
A heartbeat later, Nira’s and Lyna’s cores responded, echoing that pulse faintly.
Leon hesitated briefly. “Damn, there is a way!”
“Yes...” Nira breathed, smiling with awe. “I see it too.”
Lyna gave Zyrian a look that clearly conveyed I knew it all along. Zyrian responded with a shrug, appearing perfectly innocent. Like he had absolutely nothing to do with any of it.
Mist from the waterfall drifted in thin, cold sheets over them, sticking to skin and hair. The river’s glow pulsed softly beneath their feet, steady and alive.
The plunge thundered through the narrow gorge, a relentless, resounding crash. It seemed less like water and more like a creature breathing behind the rocks.
“So ... what now?” Uruses asked, gazing at the waterfall. The changing light cast faint lines across his cheekbones.
“Now we find a way,” Zyrian said, still gazing into the glowing hollow.
“A way to what?” Cael asked as he moved to his side.
“To go the other side, of course.”
Zyrian spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if heading into a hidden river was just an ordinary evening activity.
Nira frowned and subtly moved closer to Leon. “We don’t know how to do that ... or what’s even down there.”
“And even if we manage to get in,” Ryra said, water droplets clinging to her lashes, “we have no clue how to get out.”
“And if we’re not back by morning,” Lyna said quietly, “with the new instructor waiting, all hell is going to break loose”.
That realisation hit harder than the cold. The river softly hummed below them, deep and resonant, as if it were listening.
Zyrian remained there, his eyes fixed on the glowing plunge with almost unnatural concentration. “You’re right,” he finally said. “But we can’t leave it like this.”
He straightened up, sweeping a glance over each of them, a slow grin spreading across his face.
“Even if we return now ... what about tomorrow? Or the day after? You all know me.”
He pointed at them one by one. And I know all of you.
A streak of white light moved beneath the water, almost resembling a sign of agreement.
“You can’t just walk away from a mystery,” he said. “None of us can. And it’s not like we’ll get a whole week to investigate it later, is it?”
The logic settled over all of them like a stone. A heavy silence ensued, reluctant, yet genuine and resigned.
“So...” Cael exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are we going to do this, then?”
Zyrian didn’t answer.
He leaned forward once more, his eyes narrowing as the blinding sheet of water and spray drenched his face, while the air subtly thickened around him.
“Let me think,” he murmured.
The river shimmered once more beneath him, brighter than before, as if it were responding or waiting.
The waterfall’s roar echoed through the gorge, a relentless wall of sound that drowned their breath and vibrated through their bones. Mist clung coldly to their faces and hair. Below, the glowing river pulsed steadily, resembling a heartbeat in anticipation of its next breath.
Zyrian kept his eyes fixed on the deep gorge, unblinking, as he raised his hands.
The air surrounding him grew tense, a pressure drop, so faint that only those nearby could notice it. His jaw clenched, muscles tightening in his neck.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Lyna asked.
Her voice was faint, wavering between disbelief and resigned horror.
Zyrian remained silent, with his fingers curling downward.
The river underneath them churned, violently rippling against its current. Water surged upward, resisting him and refusing to depart from its ancient path.
Zyrian’s teeth grit harder.
“A little help,” he muttered, glancing sideways at Lyna without losing his concentration.
She exhaled sharply, the kind of breath that signified I was right, and I hate that you’re right at the same time.
Nevertheless, she moved forward, lifted her hands, and infused her will into the flow.
The river bucked beneath their combined force.
“Great,” Leon said, crossing his arms as if that might conceal the tension in his shoulders. “Now we’re trying to divert an entire river.”
Ryra tilted her head back with a groan. “Just when I thought we were finished with impossible tasks...”,
Nonetheless, she stepped beside Lyna with palms raised, energy streaming from her fingertips.
One by one, the others gathered. A united force. Seven cores humming beneath the glow.
Seven wills are pushing against the force of the waterfall.
The water surged and split apart, holding briefly for a trembling second before crashing back together, instantly hammering the gap shut.
It was like attempting to move a mountain.
Uruses grunted, voice rough with effort. “The water continues to fill. We need a different solution.”
Zyrian finally dropped his hands. The river snapped back into place.
Everyone stepped back suddenly as their energy discharged, and a collective, trembling exhale escaped their lips. The air around them hummed softly, resonating with the effort they had all invested.
“Let’s do this another way, then,” Zyrian said.
The tone, calm, sure, unshaken, cuts clean through the roar of the waterfall.
Six heads immediately turned to look at him.
“Uruses,” Zyrian continued, keeping his eyes fixed on the cascade, “pierce and attempt to split the water at a specific point.”
Uruses blinked. Hard.
“Pierce the waterfall,” he repeated, as if unsure he heard correctly.
Zyrian didn’t provide any explanation. He indicated by pointing.
“Ryra, Nira, when you spot an opening, raise a mountain barrier around the hole on my signal. It should reach up to my hip. Aim to prevent the water from refilling.”
Both girls looked at him with a mix of suspicion, resignation, and horror, blinking in unison.
“Leon, Cael,” Zyrian said next, “heat the area inside the barrier. Harden it. Seal it.”
Cael’s jaw dropped visibly.
“You want us to cook the inside of a river?
“Exactly,” Zyrian replied, as if it were the most sensible request imaginable.
“Lyna,” he added, “you’re with me.”
Now all six stared at him, wide-eyed, wet-haired, underwear-clad, as if he’d casually suggested battling a dragon with a spoon.
Zyrian stared back, confusion and innocence mixing in his expression.
“What?” he asked. “Come on ... we can do this. I believe in all of you.”
To make matters worse, he gave a gentle push with both hands, resembling an overly enthusiastic instructor guiding toddlers learning to swim.
Cael sighed loudly, his voice echoing. “Let’s put this on the list of our stupid decisions.”
Fire erupted around his fists, bright and sharp, scattering sparks through the mist.
Leon groaned in frustration but quickly moved to stand beside him.
“Why are you two still standing there? Nira, let’s go.”
Nira exhaled as if she were walking to her own funeral, but her feet moved nonetheless.
She whispered, “If this collapses on us, I’ll blame all three of you.”
Uruses rolled his shoulders, with air swirling around him in spiralling currents.
“We are all mad,” he declared, in a flat and hopeless voice.
Lyna moved ahead, water swirling at her fingertips, with an expression that showed a mix of exasperation and hesitant excitement.
One by one, their cores ignited: earth, fire, water, air, with power humming through the gorge, vibrating in the stone, and rippling across the river.
Mist swirled around them. The glow beneath their feet pulsed steadily. And then, they started their mad plan.
Mist clung to their skin as they hovered above the river, their breath visible in the cold spray. The waterfall beside them thundered so loudly it resembled a solid, silver wall dropping from the sky.
The glowing carvings pulsed once more. Meanwhile, the stone behind the waterfall flickered, gradually becoming transparent to reveal a faintly glowing second river flowing behind it, with its flow moving backwards into the mountain.
Ryra whispered, “There it is ... the hidden river.”
Zyrian’s eyes lit up. “Now, we split the fall and go in.”
Zyrian and Lyna raised their hands towards the cascade. The air around them quivered as their cores ignited, pressing against the crashing curtain of water.
It didn’t budge.
Then Uruses exhaled, a concentrated spiral of air. The force sliced through the center of the waterfall, forming a slender vertical line, he strained and groaned heavily.
Zyrian and Lyna seized their chance, pushing with all their might. The water’s fall shifted slightly to the side, creating a narrow opening. They continued pushing until the tear reached the surface of the river.
The glowing river, flowing backwards, was now clearly visible through that gap.
“Now,” Zyrian said, voice strained.
Ryra and Nira moved immediately.
Lowering themselves, they reached out their hands toward the riverbed beneath the opening that Zyrian and Lyna had created in the fall.
The ground shook violently.
Stone rose from beneath the water, with two heavy slabs curving upward, shaping themselves under Ryra’s strict control. Nira reinforced each inch, increasing weight and thickness even as her levitation faltered.
The arch rose progressively higher ... higher ... until it was directly under the gap in the falling water.
Then the waterfall collided with the stone below.
WHAM,
The stone held firm, redirecting the full force of the plunge to the sides and widening the opening Zyrian and Lyna created.
Spray shot out sideways in sheets of white. Behind the diverted water curtain, the river flowing backwards shimmered brighter than before.
Lyna and Zyrian lowered themselves further, using water and air to clear the spray accumulating beneath the arch.
Cael and Leon directed measured bursts of heat at the mist, causing the denser droplets to turn into steam and reducing the moisture surrounding the entrance.
The stone arch shook beneath the mighty rush of the waterfall.
Ryra clenched her teeth. “It’s breaking!”
Nira’s voice trembled as she said, “We can hold it, but only for a short time!”
Hairline fractures extended across the top of the arch, and the waterfall opening flickered.
Steam rose unevenly as Cael and Leon’s fire flickered from exhaustion.
Leon shouted above the roar, “Zyrian! If we’re going to do something, it has to be now!”
Zyrian looked toward the spot where the two rivers split apart. The backward river pulsed.
Once. Twice. A deep, pulsating light. The arch fractures once more.
The cold of the river enveloped Zyrian’s skin as he took a deep breath and said,
“Alright ... let’s get started.”
He dove back into the water. Cold water squeezed around his chest as he swam toward the opening and waited. One by one, the others followed him, their movements smooth, instinctive, and silent.
Uruses and Cael led, their broad shoulders slicing through the water with smooth strokes.
The girls followed behind them: Lyna moving smoothly as if part of the flow, Ryra remaining composed and alert, and Nira brushing near Leon’s arm instinctively.
Leon followed, feeling uneasy but maintaining formation. Zyrian, as usual, brought up the rear, observing everything.
“Just cross the opening and hold position. Don’t go further yet,” he called through the echoing water.
A muffled groan resounded overhead, and the arch cracked. They swam faster.
The water around them shimmered with the force of the collapsing stone. Cold spray from the redirected waterfall whipped against their backs as they ducked under the arch.
As they slipped into way beneath it, the temperature shifted, and a cool mist wafted over their faces. The roar was replaced by a deep tremor that rolled along the stone.
Zyrian cast one final glance upwards. The cracks spiderwebbed, and the arch began to sag.
CRASH.
It collapsed the moment he went underneath.
The waterfall closed behind him with a thunderous crash, like a massive curtain falling, and the sound echoed loudly through the enclosed area. Water rushed forward in a wave, completely engulfing the final view of the outside world.
In an instant, everything was engulfed in white spray and thunder. Then silence settled back in, subdued, thick, and moist.
The stone behind them shimmered briefly before hardening, losing the transparency that revealed the hidden river. It was now completely sealed.
Leon floated back, water dripping from his hair. “Well ... there goes our way out.”
Nira’s hand instinctively brushed against his forearm.
Zyrian appeared beside them, his breath even, with droplets trickling down his neck in the dim light.
He said calmly and unshaken, “We’ll find another way,” as if he had always expected this.
He swam in front, with the others following behind. They instinctively moved into formation without speaking.
Zyrian leading, eyes fixed on the glowing backward river ahead, the girls behind him, forming a tight triad, Leon drifting close beside them, and Cael with Uruses anchoring the back, alert and protective.
The hidden river throbbed faintly beneath the surface, shining like veins of silver light within the stone.
“Come on,” Zyrian murmured, his voice softly echoing in the enclosed space.
“Let’s discover, to where our path’s part”
They moved ahead into the gentle white glow, with the water around them warming subtly as if inviting them further in.
As the final spray settled on their skin, they finally took in the concealed river surrounding them.
It seemed like the river they had initially come from, maintaining the same width and flow, but here, beneath the mountain, it shimmered more brightly, with the light moving through the water like molten moonstone.
Along the mountain walls, the falling-star carvings gently blinked, one after another, guiding them like a trail of ancient lanterns.
Uruses pressed against the water and frowned.
“The current here is more powerful than outside. It’s forcing us forward from behind, with force.”
“Yeah ... I felt that too,” Lyna murmured, glancing back at him. “It no longer feels like upstream.”
Uruses held her gaze steadily, exchanging silent reassurance with her.
Then nodded and allowed the current to carry him.
“Don’t resist, then,” Zyrian called from ahead, his voice echoing through the glowing tunnel. “Go with the flow.”
He swam forward, eyes scanning every wall and ripple in the glow, searching for movement or danger. The carvings flickered again ... and then suddenly stopped.
At that moment, the tension eased as if a hand had let go.
They came to a stop.
“What now?” Nira asked, examining the wall where the final symbol was faintly glowing. “The carvings have ceased to point.”
“Stay here,” Zyrian ordered, his tone calm yet sharp.
He pushed ahead alone, gliding through the luminous water with long, smooth strokes.
They watched him swim further into the tunnel, 100 meters... 200 ... nearly 500 until his movements slowed and he finally stopped altogether.
Cael moved nearer to Ryra, his hand lightly touching her shoulder in a protective gesture, instinctively. Uruses instinctively moved to Lyna’s side; she looked at him and offered a small, quiet, but confident smile.
Ahead, Zyrian remained motionless. His body hovered in the water as if bracing against something unseen beneath.
He didn’t turn around or speak. He only raised his arm and signaled them to move forward, slowly and cautiously, while his eyes remained fixed on the depths below him.
Uncertain but trusting him, they swam together closely in a tight group.
When they arrived, Zyrian sharply raised a hand.
“Don’t proceed any further.”
They all froze in place.
Leon swam up beside Nira, his arm halfway out in front of her as if he was instinctively shielding her.
Nira didn’t protest; her eyes were overly wide and fixed on what was beneath them.
“Damn ... shit...” Leon whispered hoarsely. “Is this real?”
No one responded. They were all gazing downwards.
Just twenty meters ahead, the river dropped abruptly in a sheer vertical fall, not along a slope or into a crevice.
A waterfall beneath the mountain.
The luminous river flowed into a massive chasm so deep that its bottom was out of sight.
There was no sound of the water hitting anything, only a silent white descent into miles of faint, shimmering light.
Beyond the concealed waterfall, the world revealed itself, a cavern large enough to encompass a mountain.
Far below, the luminous forest canopy stretched out like a different world. A river meandered through it, illuminated by the same gentle glow.
A whole landscape hidden beneath the earth. A world no one had known existed.
They were suspended at the edge, feeling weightless and breathless, silently falling forward even though they weren’t moving.
For a long moment, silence prevailed as only the thunder of the waterfall echoed through the gorge. Their chests rose and fell, arms trembling, while mist clung to their skin like ice.
Then, gradually, all six pairs of eyes shifted towards Zyrian.
He froze.
“What? Why is everyone looking at me?” he asked defensively.
Ryra crossed her arms, drifting slightly with the current. “It’s your plan with no plan.”
“How could I have known this?” Zyrian retorted, gesturing toward the raging waterfall behind them.
“Exactly,” Ryra said softly. “None of us knew anything.”
Uruses swam slightly forward, eyebrows raised. “So ... now what?”
“Same way we came in?” Leon asked reluctantly, glancing back at the curtain of water. Nobody liked that idea, but it was the only visible route.
Everyone looked at the fall once more. Nobody wanted to return, but it was the only option.
Zyrian inhaled sharply. “Let me think.”
He met each of their eyes individually, then turned back to the fall, his gaze intensifying and his mind racing.
Before anyone could speak, the river shifted. A deep rumble echoed through the water below. The current behind them surged suddenly and forcefully.
The impact hit them suddenly. Nira and Lyna were pulled forward first.
“Ah...!” both screamed as the water dragged them towards the edge.
“Lyna! Nira!”
Uruses and Leon surged forward reflexively, but the river also caught them, pulling them into its violent grip.
“Oh, shit.” Cael cursed as Ryra slipped away from him, water swirling chaotically around her. He lunged to stop her, struggling against the current.
Everyone struggled violently, kicking, twisting, summoning whatever they could, yet the water, so powerful, remained indifferent.
Zyrian was the last to be caught. Even he barely held on for a second before the river tore him loose.
Seeing the chaos, he quickly decided and swam with the current rather than fighting against it.
He darted past Cael in a flash, seized Ryra’s wrist, and pushed her towards Cael.
“Hold her!”
Cael grabbed her and nearly lost control. Zyrian didn’t even wait to check if they were steady.
He moved to face those nearest to the edge.
Uruses reached Lyna first, wrapping an arm around her as the current spun them round.
Zyrian turned towards Nira and Leon, grabbed Nira’s hand, slowed her spin, and pushed her towards Leon.
“Got her!” Leon grunted, arms squeezing around her as they tumbled.
All of them attempted, every one, to summon something.
Water shields, air bursts, fire thrusters, earth anchors, nothing succeeded.
The river remained unmoving, with nothing to grip, no stones, no ledges, no branches.
Simply a peaceful death.
“Everyone, hold onto the girls and prepare for the fall!” Zyrian shouted, his voice piercing the thunder.
His voice remained steady, perhaps too steady. He went ahead first.
He disappeared into the white curtain of the plunge.
“Zyrian!”
All three girls screamed simultaneously.
One heartbeat later, the rest of them went over, pairs locked in instinctive embrace:
Uruses holding Lyna. Leon is gripping Nira. Cael is anchoring Ryra. They plummeted.
Wind battered their faces, water pressed against their chests, and their stomachs lurched uncontrollably.
Ryra twisted in his arms, eyes blazing.
“What were you doing back there!” she yelled over the noise, hitting his shoulder as he fell.
“What!” Cael exclaimed, genuinely confused. “When!?”
“When the river pushed us, you tried to swim toward me!” she snapped. “You could have been swept away!”
“Oh,” Cael blinked, his expression softening as he realised mid-freefall.
“I didn’t think. I just saw you fall and...” A slight, helpless grin appeared. “ ... I tried to protect you.”
Ryra scoffed, her cheeks burning despite the freezing plunge.
“As if I required your protection...”
But she still tightened her hold on him as they spun downwards.
Uruses held onto Lyna below them, both attempting to conjure air and water to reduce their descent, but the force was overpowering.
“Use your control to slow down!” Zyrian’s voice rang out from below, faint but commanding.