Basic Thaumaturgy for the Emotionally Incompetent

Noctyn glided, and for a second, it looked like the monster was voluntarily smashing into them headfirst. Then . . . it stopped.

It simply wasn’t advancing anymore, suspended in the rising column as if the concept of momentum had been politely declined. There was no change in the sound nor the light around them, yet Fabrisse felt deeply troubled. Something didn’t seem right.