Sweat dribbled down Axel's forehead, stopping just above his brow, which were scrunched together in concentration.
His hands stretched out, a stone in the distance flickering, black threads around it, slowly pulling it into somewhere, but it wasn't budging, but shaking as if resisting the pull.
Then it fell onto the floor, clackering against the floor of the cave.
Axel sat on the ground, panting, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, trying to catch his breath.
He looked at the rock, he was close this time, removing something from existence, tearing space and pushing it in.
The entire thing was troublesome, he could tear space, although it was just a small tear, but that tear would instantly be repaired, so that means he had to tear it and push the object in simultaneously.
He leaned back on his hands, the rhythm of his breath slowly coming back to normal.
Even if he could do the first one, there was another issue.
