You cause a local gravity distortion in a 30ft sphere, slowing and disorienting targets inside.
Your boots lift, then slam down as the pull shifts sideways. Pebbles roll uphill, dust hangs midair, and your cloak coils toward the ceiling. Even your breath feels misaligned, tugged by unseen pressure.
# | Type | Name |
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1 | Spell | Collapse the Veil |