Zorro felt a sharp pain in his retina, as if invisible spectrums were attacking, causing tears to surge uncontrollably from his tear glands.
Just about five meters in front of him appeared a black thin line as small as a hair, carving jagged trajectories in the air.
The edge of the rift continuously emitted black glimmer and rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"What the hell..." Zorro's heart trembled, veins bulging on his forehead. Years of living on the edge had given him an instinctive reaction faster than thought.
At the first moment the rift appeared, he thought of turning around to flee, even causing a big commotion.
However, accompanying the rift was also a layer of energy field, within its coverage, it was as if gravity had been amplified a thousand times over, burdened by a mountain. Despite exerting all his strength, he couldn't move an inch.
