I was bigger and stronger, and I had never been hit with so much force in my life. The power to shatter essence was not the problem for me; I was more than just essence, but it was the laws that this beam carried that tore me apart.
I should have expected this; no good mage enters a battle without a plan, and here there was nothing but great mages. They had watched me harvest the souls of the dead, and they had prepared the right countermeasure to take me down, even if it meant placing a hold on their war.
First, the beam carried a weird Force Resonance that pinned me against space, and even if I wanted, I could not use Stormsteps to quickly escape from this block. So, I hung there like a sacrificial lamb.
