Then more were yanked upward.
Screams filled the air—raw, terrified, uncoordinated.
"Aaargh!"
"What's happening?!" one of them cried, his words cut short as his body lifted from the ground, limbs flailing uselessly against the invisible force.
All around him, other goblins followed, some clawing at the dirt, others grabbing onto anything within reach—stakes, weapons, even their comrades—but it was useless.
The pull was relentless.
"Don't panic!" the general roared, his voice cutting through the chaos, though even he sounded uncertain.
But then he felt it too—the unmistakable tug at his armor, the weight of his own body shifting as the air around him pulled harder.
His eyes widened, muscles straining as he fought the drag of the unseen current.
"Goddamn it!" he spat, slamming his foot down with a snarl.
Frost erupted from beneath his boots, spreading rapidly across the ground in jagged veins of blue-white ice.
