"Galtonnium!"
The many pieces of fabric lowered strands from their chunks until they formed a single rope touching the ground.
Following that, they stretched several other pieces horizontally as though they were holding hands.
Dorian elapsed his hands, and a powerful blue force clashed out.
"Asteroid, Vismo."
Whoosh!
The fabrics holding hands began to spin rapidly.
The threads still touching the ground stayed put as they spun.
The whole thing gave an illusion of a grant wall formed around the space.
The grounds shook and began rotating.
BRRRRuui~
The spot to the North was slowly moving to the South.
The one to the east was moving to the West. And vice versa West was to East, and South was to North.
The entire space within the 'wall' was slowly turning, like a dial on a bank safe.
Dorian's eyes were closed, feeling everything around him.