Truth focuses and draws an Aon for connection, it flickers weakly. "Kindness, a bond will pull you into the physical realm and might change our Spiritual Aspects enough to remove the connection to Gears."
"Noooo. Brillllll!", Truth shouts as he falls to the ground. "What in the storming storms is happening my spren is in pain." His head snaps up, "Kindness, can you do a temporary bond?"
"Huh, never heard of them. Well, then shouldn't we move out of here? How stable is this place?", responds Truth, still fascinated by the hole in space.
A challenge, then? Truth reaches for the closest withered plant and closed his eyes.
Opening his eyes, he draws Aons of healing, of purity, of power with his sword. He again feeds them with stormlight, releasing a great burst of light.
"This place is tainted" muttered Truth, "Much evil was here". He summons his Shardblade, which somehow glowed in with a blinding Light. Moving his weapon in strange patters, he again breaths out a cloud of stormlight.
Truth crashes onto the ground in a burst of stormlight. Those Elsecallers really need to have more accuracy. I did not want to appear a kilometre from the surface.