Seth felt as though he was drowning in a swamp of mud, the pressure mounting each second he delayed.
He couldn't even speak.
They had made their will known, and he had no choice but to obey.
A few figures in the room could already sense what was happening.
Sanders Duskreaver, who sat a few chairs away from his brother, frowned strangely.
'It isn't like my brother to watch as this happened to his child.'
It was only when he turned his gaze Simon's way that he understood.
It wasn't that his brother didn't react — it was that he couldn't!
Simon's face was flushed red, veins popping across his body as he fought against an insurmountable gravitational force that threatened to crush him the more he struggled.
The chair beneath him creaked, unable to bear the crushing force of his weight under such ridiculous gravity.
The scene switched to Seth…
His Will spilled, wrapping around his figure in a protective layer, but it was still of no use.
