The pressure… was unbearable.
The moment that massive palm reached the edge of impact, the entire capital was buried under its shadow. The sky was no longer a sky. Layers of reality were bending, like fabric being stretched under the weight of something far beyond itself.
And in the face of that power, the forces of this country were released one after another.
One of the Heavenly Kings raised his hand and forcibly compressed the Law of Time. Around the palm, the flow of time stretched and slowed, as if the moment of its fall had been caught in an invisible swamp.
Another stepped forward and with a single motion stabilized the structure of space. A network of invisible lines, like a massive cage, wrapped around the palm to stop its movement.
The third Heavenly King, with shining eyes, diverted its energy, a wave of mana that pulled away like flowing water to change the path of its descent.
And the fourth… directly targeted the concept of "fall."
