Before the thought could take root, the sky detonated with silent, merciless fury.
The bruised, crimson-black rift overhead expanded further, yawning open like the maw of an ancient predator.
The majesty of the Heavenly Restrictions bore down in full force. It was not just a simple gust of gravity, but the absolute, crushing weight of heavenly rules. It was the collective will of the land, a rigid law, declaring that no mortal within these lands was permitted to stand above the Fourth Layer.
The pressure spiked to an astronomical degree.
The air seemed to vanish. Lungs almost collapsed. Every molecule of oxygen in the clearing was pulverized by an absolute, divine gravity that turned the atmosphere into solid lead.
