The pressure of a Dome of Heaven expert truly made one feel as though the skies themselves were falling onto your head. It was the sort of thing that no longer felt as though it was coming from a single person, but instead as though the Heavens themselves were enraged with you.
It was a peculiar feeling.
Theron knew exactly where the pressure was coming from; he knew that there was only one person here who could possibly levy such a ridiculous amount of pressure, and yet his senses couldn't pinpoint her as the origin nonetheless.
Not that it mattered.
The pressure fell off of him as though gentle winds gracing his once broken and mangled flesh. It felt like the Dome of Heaven expert was entirely unable to find purchase, as though he was part of the void itself.
If one were to compare the oneness with the Heavens of a Perfect False Voidwrought versus a Dome of Heaven expert, one could say that the former was far superior.
