The shadow of the wall fell over them, and Jin tried to move.
His feet wouldn't come up. He looked down and saw the road had closed around his boots, the broken stones curling up over his ankles like fingers, and it was squeezing tighter by the second. Beside him, Ho-seok was stuck the same way, yanking at his leg, his red coat flapping as he twisted.
"It's holding us," Ho-seok said. "Jin, it's holding us in place!"
Twenty meters away, the corpse of the earth man stood with both palms pressed flat to the road. It wasn't looking at the wall. It was looking at them, and its red eyes didn't blink.
Rocks the size of car doors broke off the top of the wall and came down around them. One hit the broken stall behind Jin and smashed it flat. Another landed so close to Ho-seok that the dust of it painted the side of his white mask grey.
