This back and forth went on for more than an hour. Now, people might say, Why am I still standing and waiting around?
Well, the answer to that question would be the fuckin' barrier or curtain of sorts surrounding the whole block, hindering the outside eye and blocking entrance and exit by the will of the caster—who, by default in my head, is none other than the glowing, moon-haired goddess floating a few dozen meters in the air.
I had tried everything in those first few minutes. Testing the edges, tapping the surface, even channelling a fraction of my Haki into the wall. Nothing. It was like pressing my hand against polished steel wrapped in velvet—unyielding, immovable, and far stronger than anything I could tear down with the pitiful energy I currently had. If I had to describe it… it felt alive, like it could flex and pulse in rhythm with her will.
So yeah. Escape? Off the table.
That left me in the middle of a war zone.
