Saarken felt as if his body had sunk into a sea of melted lead.
Every movement became heavy.
It was like drowning thousands of meters under the surface, where pressure crushed bone and thought alike. Space itself pressed against him from all sides. His limbs felt slow, his joints stiff, and even breathing took effort.
These were 3rd Order spatial restrictions. Invisible, cold, and merciless.
Saarken tried to gather his Spirit essence and cast a Spirit spell. The essence moved, but sluggishly. The spell formation collapsed halfway, crushed by the pressure around him.
He tried again.
Failure.
His face darkened with anger.
Not far away, Aksai floated calmly inside the cube-shaped space. He let out a slow breath and finally allowed himself a short break. He took out a recovery potion and drank it without hurry.
Warm Spirit essence flowed through his veins as the potion took effect.
