The two ancient humans stood completely still in the empty stretch of the broken land, their bodies locked in place by a force they could neither see nor understand.
Logan's muscles strained beneath his armor as he tried to move even a single finger, but the invisible pressure wrapped around him like chains forged from the fabric of space itself. Sweat slowly gathered along his forehead and ran down the side of his face.
Beside him, Yan Tian was experiencing the same helplessness, though his reaction was very different. His eyes moved quickly across the surrounding area with sharp focus as he tried to locate the source of the calm voice that had spoken to them only moments ago.
"I would not struggle if I were you," the voice said again, carrying the relaxed tone of someone who had complete control over the situation. "The more force you apply, the tighter the pressure becomes, and I doubt either of you would enjoy that experience."
