The old lady was running after him as well.
"Are you still bored, Miss Drey?" The insufferable dwarf shouted.
Ikemefuna ducked to the side as the dwarf ran past him, still moving effortlessly between the fissures.
The heavy feeling of rejection slammed onto his chest once more, this time more oppressive than the one dealt to him by the totems at the foot of the staircase.
He found it even harder to breathe.
His lungs somehow refused to accept air in the presence of the majestic totem.
No—rather, it was the totem itself that refused to let outsiders breathe the air that circulated around it.
"For... Something quite... awe inspiring... it's quite... petty" Ikem wheezed.
And as if in response the air became even harder to take in.
A stronger pressure knocked him to the ground, creating more cracks.
Yet unlike Kanima, he warded off the pressure with much more ease. He was able to lift the upper part of his body off the ground.
