[Firera's POV]
The moment I dissolved Sylvana's illusion, restoring my dimension to its original empty grassland, both she and Astra froze. Their faces shifted from comfortable ease to pure shock in an instant.
Gale glared at me with an intensity that could have melted stone. He began walking forward, slow and deliberate, each step building with barely contained fury. The air around him stirred—wind forming in response to his anger, swirling faster with every step.
"Gale." I kept my voice calm, measured. "You need to calm down."
He didn't listen. Didn't even slow.
I raised my hand and pointed at him. Then I slid my finger downward.
Gravity—my gravity, within my dimension—responded instantly. The full weight of it pressed down on him with invisible force. His knees buckled. He hit the ground hard, the wind around him dying instantly. His body trembled with the effort of resistance, but he couldn't stand.
"Wait, Lady—" Astra began, her voice high with concern.
