The sky fell. Sand rose, blowing everywhere and giving birth to deadly storms. Everything trembled violently, seemingly announcing the end of that already damaged quadrant.
Nevertheless, something invisible but far more threatening joined those natural catastrophes. A pressure that trivialized the very concept of life descended into the quadrant, squashing everything down, preventing anyone too weak to withstand it from abiding by their natural functions.
Rodney struggled to no end under that invisible weight, but one of his legs eventually gave in, making him kneel to the sand. He couldn't breathe, summon mana, or think, becoming nothing more than a powerless pebble in the face of a superior mountain.
Except for George and Doku, the other non-evolved warriors had it far worse than Rodney. They couldn't even attempt to resist the sudden suffocating pressure that fell into the area, fainting on the spot or slamming down, unable to move from the ground.
