Ignatius felt it first as a weight, then as an impossible gravity that wrenched him from the air and hurled him into the ashen ground.
BOOM!
The shockwave cracked the floor of the soulscape, rippling through the endless fields of undead that lined the horizon.
For a brief moment, even the dead seemed to pause.
'How… is this possible?'
He pressed his palms into the fractured earth, muscles flexing beneath the scaled illusion of his human guise.
The pressure pinning him down wasn't just divine, it was older, heavier, something that gnawed at his very essence.
Ignatius roared, his voice making the air tremble. "You cannot push me down!"
He forced himself upward, his elbows trembling as he rose an inch off the ground.
Leon clicked his tongue.
"Tch."
The pressure intensified.
BOOM!
