Zetta glared at the kid for several long moments... then drew up a portion of his mana power.

Physics tended to envision gravity as a weight that distorted the fabric of space-time. Zetta's mana power was like a weight that distorted reality itself, a pressure that seemed far more true than matter and energy around them. Power crackled around the book in a purple aura, barely able to contain itself, so that flickering beams of light shot out of it where the energy pressed through to escape its confines.

"Oh, really."