Every single high-layer warrior on the field was thoroughly pinned, unable to move a single finger under the crushing pressure.
Chief Vane looked through the dust, his eyes shifting from his own locked knees to the middle of the field where Malphas was currently being thrown into the dirt again.
Suddenly, a terrifying, reality-shattering thought broke through Vane's panic.
"Wait..." Vane whispered, his voice trembling so hard his teeth clicked together. "If... if the pressure is this heavy... if none of us can even lift an arm... how the hell is Malphas still able to roll around and fight back?"
The realization hit him like a cold bucket of well water.
Malphas wasn't moving because his latent potential was superior to theirs. He wasn't avoiding the fatal hits because his Layer 4 core was breaking the boundary of the aura.
Sol was letting him move.
