Chapter 944 - 944

He compressed that stolen slice of sky into a localized pressure-cooker of pure torment. He then stripped away the horizon, he stripped away the ultimate psychological mercy, the concept of "elsewhere." In a normal world, when suffering becomes unbearable, a soul can look toward the horizon and dream of escape, or look down to find the solid ground of earth. But within the suffocating space he crafted, the sky was everywhere and nowhere at once. It was a prison, robbing the paragons of distance and locking them in a static, inescapable altitude where the atmosphere itself became the unyielding walls of a cage.