Alvian activated [Flight]. He tried to fly toward them, but the suction was too strong. It wasn't just pulling matter; it was pulling space. For every meter he flew up, he was dragged two meters down.
"Inefficient," Alvian gritted his teeth. "I need more thrust."
He looked at Apollyon. The Dragon King was struggling as well. His liquid metal armor flared, thrusters forming on his back, trying to fight the pull of the void.
"You lunatic!" Apollyon roared, his voice distorted by the spatial shear. "Do you know what you've done? This isn't a game zone! This is the recycle bin! If we fall in there, our data is corrupted!"
"Then you better start swimming," Alvian said.
He didn't fight the pull. He used it. He angled his body, diving toward Apollyon.
"System. Maximize [Mass Increase]. [Gravity Assist]."
Alvian turned himself into a kinetic missile. He slammed into the Dragon King.
"BOOM!"
