Edmund's body trembled as the crushing gravity forced him to his knees.
He gritted his teeth, struggling to even raise his head.
Every fiber of his being was straining under the unseen force.
Before him, the youth casually wiped the blood from his forehead with a clean cloth, not a hint of urgency in his movement.
Not a trace of injury on his body.
No cracked bones. No torn skin. No bruises.
Just calm… terrifying calm.
Edmund's eyes narrowed.
"…That wound…" he muttered under his breath. "It's gone?"
Javier tucked the bloodied cloth into his pocket, then gave a serene smile as he met Edmund's gaze.
"Old man…" his voice was unhurried, yet it cut through the suffocating pressure like a knife, "…you can still move, right?"
Edmund's brow twitched.
Javier tilted his head slightly, that smile still lingering.
"Didn't you just say… what was it again?"
He raised his palm mockingly, gesturing like he was remembering something trivial.
