Rolling An SSS-Rank Item

The boot had landed dead center over his ribs, and the sound of his own sternum flexing inward had traveled through his chest like cracking slate then came the meter-wide tear in the flexible accordion sleeve, the screech of magnetic latches shearing off the Wanderer-7's outer ring, and the violent blinding suction of the void.

…There was no sound in the abyss.

The roar of venting air cut off into suffocating silence the instant his boots cleared the threshold, and the universe stripped away every familiar constant in a single concussive beat. 

The air tore out of his throat in a foaming pink mist that froze into crystal needles against his eyelashes before he could clamp his teeth shut. 

The moisture on his tongue boiled away into cold vapor, his eardrums bulged against his skull and the capillaries along the bridge of his nose burst, painting his cheeks with tiny scarlet beads that hardened into frosted ice.

…Leo tumbled.