After a while, a series of shouting and cursing erupted from both carriages. Inside, everyone was pressed flat against the carriage floor, their bodies pinned down by the oppressive weight of the heavy gravity zone. Limbs trembled, faces were twisted in strain, and labored breaths came in short, harsh gasps.
Meanwhile, the coachmen sat casually, their postures relaxed, as if the gravity was nothing more than a gentle breeze. The pekko pulling the carriages trotted along without any visible effort, their usual smug stride unchanged.
Javier smirked, riding atop Buddy, who was striding forward with the same effortless grace. The massive bird turned his head, his beak pointed toward the carriages before he squawked with amusement.
"Cuquawked!"
