The thin wooden door, without any additional force enhancement, shattered instantly under Lann's foot.
When Lann directly charged into the neighboring dwelling, the force that had dragged the man in seemed unable to act on him yet.
As Lann's figure burst through the door, the man who had been pulled inside was already sprawled on the floor, clinging frantically to the floorboards.
It was as if his legs had been seized, his body had been dragged along the ground, and the pulling force had abruptly vanished.
The man was screaming in terror, scrambling to get up. But his legs and hands were weak, and after several failed attempts and falls, he finally crawled out of the house past Lann.
Wearing only a loincloth and a shirt, his body rolled in the dirt as he fled into the distance, the yellow dust sticking to his sweat-covered thighs and backside.
However, Lann frowned as he looked at the wooden hut with its shattered door.
