The blast of magic that followed was unlike any that Adrien had ever experienced before. It threw him off balance and pressed him against the wall, and it was only because he clung to it that he wasn't flung backwards and down the stairs. It came with a feeling of immense weight, of being tugged downwards, of sinking - like the floor underneath him was melting, and if he didn't hold on with all of his desperation, he too would melt and fall into unfathomable depths. It came with light - blue light that engulfed everything, that tinged Adrien's sight even with his eyes closed; its pulse ran through his hair and up his neck like wind before the storm.