Chapter 124

With my wings closed and no pull of the Abyss energy getting in my way as my magic clashes with the fog and makes a barrier against its effects, creating a bubble of normality inside a blizzard that I could control I get to fly with my own wings between buildings and crooked foliage, easily dismissing the dangers on the ground for the prize that I was aiming for.

And speaking of it the whale, on the other hand… had been greatly affected by the lack of inversion of the gravity, for centuries being centered around the ball of fog enough to get molded by it, now having to compensate against a new pull from under it starts wobbling and falling as it tries to keep itself afloat, such big unfit for flying creature now having to beat inexistent wings, unused to gravity after who knows how many years in this horrendous cycle state.