Ronan lurches as the air pressure changes, his wings losing the current. For a moment, he flails wildly in mid-air, until his worthless feathers shake away and leave him with bare arms grasping for purchase at nothing. Then gravity drags him down.

The forest is gone. He lands in a sea that wasn't there a moment ago, with a softer splash than someone of his size should deserve. That's as much as he manages to conjure. But it's not long before he's pushed beneath the waves by invisible hands that shouldn't be there, water pouring into his mouth and flooding his lungs. He puts up a good struggle, and as a reward, he sinks deeper and deeper.

Something about the darkness is familiar, though Ronan's drifted a little too far from his conscious mind to immediately place it. Closing in on him from all sides, choking him as it pours down his throat, it overtakes him in seconds. In the end, he's still so malleable.