The mechanical arm retracted back into the spatial tear, and the spatial tear closed behind it.
The overwhelming pressure disappeared together with it, allowing Isaac to finally breathe properly again. For a few seconds, he remained where he was, trying to steady himself. Only then did he notice that something felt wrong with his body.
He looked down at his arms and saw them twitching uncontrollably. His muscles were responding sluggishly, as though they were no longer fully under his control. Every movement felt delayed, like a machine suffering from a malfunction. A chill ran through him as he realized the extent of what had happened.
'The attack wasn't directed at me, and yet I'm injured.'
'What would have happened if I had actually been the target?'
