The land and air cry out in warning. Shiro thrusts his wooden staff up following the guiding force of their voices. The look on Castor's face can wait. He sends magic rolling through the air as he jabs the staff forwards and sends it into everyone just as the flames hit and everything feels like its on fire.

His right arm is missing. Phantom pains race down the limb as his body remembers reality. The hair in his eyes is white. He shuts his eyes for a long moment and reaches out to grab onto Vax and Castor. "It happens out here. Everyone grab onto each other, the airship is on the way."

He can see it moving towards them grey and gleaming in the star-like light of the space. "As long as we're together we won't get pulled in. Apart and we'll fall into them."