Pressure arrived like a wet blanket dropped from the sky, pressing his shoulders down before he finished his breath. Within ten seconds his knees bent without permission, the frozen road creaking under the weight of one stubborn man.
'Nope. Not kneeling. Not in the first ten seconds, that would be embarrassing.'
"You look like you're sitting on a very small chair, Master," Loccy called, her voice thin but cheerful.
"I'm testing the chair," he grunted, forcing his spine straight one notch at a time, "it's a good chair."
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[ashley(mod): his knees are SHAKING. his knees are doing the thing]
[CringeSlayer91: stand up stand up stand up]
[GrandmaViewer: someone give that boy a cushion, my goodness]
Behind him the household staggered under the spill of the aura, though only a fraction of it reached them. The soldiers on the wall dropped to their knees, helmets clattering on the stones like a harvest of pots.
