The feeling of death pressed down on Zephyr from every side, nearly corporeal, like he could touch it. It threatened him into utter stillness, making him fearful to make even the slightest movement.
He felt like he was being locked on to by multiple life-ending spells from every direction. He couldn't see the tell-tale sign of a spell model floating in the air anywhere, but he could feel the effects, all of his senses, even the weakest of them, were blaring alarms, warning him not to make a move. Not that he could if he wanted anyway, his muscles had gone stiff reflexively like it was anticipating an imminent impact.
"What the fuck is this?!" Zephyr muttered through stiff jaws, trying to move his head to look around.
Suddenly, just as it came, the pressure abruptly disappeared.
