"Im... Impossible!"
A guard whispered out loud as the rifle he held in his hands slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.
Commander Sauron's eyes widened to their maximum limits, filled with disbelief as his own brain failed to comprehend what was happening.
An artifact.
A gravity-inducing mech gadget tool!?
Hundreds of reasons came into his mind, trying to make sense of the situation he was in, yet the sight of what stood before him failed all of his reasons.
The boy had his right arm in his pocket and his left hand on his shoulder.
He held nothing.
No special gloves, nothing at all but his own hands, and yet it was like the weight of the world had been placed on his shoulders, sending him falling onto one knee.
He had tried to resist with every might that lay within him, yet he had failed.
His knees had given up.
'How?'
'How could he have fallen before a boy!?'
"It's pitiful, isn't it?"
