Everything happens all at once, it seems, with little chance to get a word in. Lambert looks up at the newly formed hole in the ceiling, at the trees on the ground, then Saraqael.

“This happens a lot,” he says, with forced cheer. “Get your people and get those trees, we’ll do the reeeeeest—” The last world trails off into a yowl as he’s forcibly grabbed by Peridot and launched airborne.