Heng Loses Grip on Zero Anchor

Heng staggered, his unmoored state amplified by the sickening lurch as the Sky's End Anchor groaned. Zero's influence pulsed like a nova, a psychic shriek that tore at Heng’s last vestiges of self-control. "Let go, Chain Guard.

The sky awaits," a voice whispered, not with sound, but directly into the raw nerves where his anchor chain used to tether him.

Reflection’s fragmented consciousness, now a mere echo within the Anchor, offered no resistance. Her brief ability to force a downward resonance had been a futile spark against the inevitable Pull. Heng clawed at the air, his hands finding nothing but the searing vertigo of the upward abyss.

He saw not the city, but the infinite depth from which Zero’s signal had first emerged, a siren song of release.

His personal anchor chain failure intensified, a phantom ache where steel once held him. The very structure of the city shuddered, no longer fighting the descent but embracing it, guided by Zero's spectral hand. Every desperate struggle was met with a mocking stillness, the promise of unmooring.

Heng staggered, his unmoored state amplified by the sickening lurch as the Sky's End Anchor groaned. Zero's influence pulsed like a nova, a psychic shriek that tore at Heng’s last vestiges of self-control. "Let go, Chain Guard.

The sky awaits," a voice whispered, not with sound, but directly into the raw nerves where his anchor chain used to tether him.

Reflection’s fragmented consciousness, now a mere echo within the Anchor, offered no resistance. Her brief ability to force a downward resonance had been a futile spark against the inevitable Pull. Heng clawed at the air, his hands finding nothing but the searing vertigo of the upward abyss.

He saw not the city, but the infinite depth from which Zero’s signal had first emerged, a siren song of release.

His personal anchor chain failure intensified, a phantom ache where steel once held him. The very structure of the city shuddered, no longer fighting the descent but embracing it, guided by Zero's spectral hand. Every desperate struggle was met with a mocking stillness, the promise of unmooring.

The distant signal crackled again, a single word repeating, distorted, into the abyss: "...hold..."