His voice cracked on the last syllable, the name tasting like ash and venom on his tongue.
The eye above him blinked once, slowly.
And then, the pressure multiplied.
CRACK
His body slammed into the ground, driven down by an invisible force that felt like a mountain had been dropped on his back.
His face hit the void floor, cheek pressed flat against the cold, unyielding surface.
Saliva and blood pooled beneath him, mixing into a grotesque puddle.
"Ghhk—!"
He couldn't breathe.
His ribs groaned under the strain, threatening to snap like dry twigs.
"ENOUGH WITH YOU WASTING OUR TIME."
The voice was colder now, devoid of the earlier amusement. It was sharp, clinical, like a surgeon's scalpel cutting through flesh.
"LEAVE THIS PATHETIC PLACE AND ENTER THE MAJOR CLANS NOW."
"W-what... the... fuck..."
Tianlong forced the words out through clenched teeth, each syllable a battle against the crushing weight that held him down.
