The weakness struck so suddenly that Erend nearly fell forward on his face.
His hands immediately pressed against the stone beneath him while he struggled to steady his breathing, keeping him on his knees. A strange heaviness spread throughout his entire body. His muscles felt sluggish. Even circulating his Magic became noticeably more difficult than usual.
Confusion immediately filled his mind. He had fought powerful enemies before. He had suffered serious injuries before. Yet this felt different.
There was no wound or corruption, and no hostile Magic attacking him. And yet his entire body felt drained. The reaction from those around him was immediate.
"Dragonborn!"
Several knights rushed toward him at once.
The nearby mages abandoned their discussions and quickly gathered around him.
"What happened?"
"Are you injured?"
"Did something happen during the transport?"
"Was it the Void Architect?"
