Norton let out a heartrending scream, his knees completely out of control, crashing heavily onto the ground.
The immense impact forcefully created two pits on the gravelly surface.
The heavy pressure crushed his leg bones, the excruciating pain contorting his features.
His whole body was forcibly restrained in place, lying motionless in the dust, completely unable to resist.
Norton's face flushed red, the veins on his neck bulging, he opened his mouth to beg for mercy:
"Ira... let... me..."
Before the words were out, the force field applied on him tightened once again.
He only felt as if his throat was seized by a large hand, managing to squeeze out half a sentence, with the rest of the words stuck in his windpipe, only able to make a hissing, leaking sound.
The ruins fell back into a long silence, the only sounds were the intermittent wails echoing in the wind.
