The crimson drop shone in the air.
A venomous glow, alive, pulsing as if it had a life of its own.
And then, the pull began. Not gradually, but brutally, the pressure on everyone had increased tenfold.
As if everything inside each cultivator's body had been grabbed all at once.
"AAGH—!"
The first scream echoed before the first second passed.
Veins swelled, eyes turned red, and the skin of some showed signs of tearing.
The pressure was insane. Impossible for most, it was almost a death sentence.
Kyrian remained still.
In the first instant, his red eyes shone subtly, as if they had acted instinctively.
He didn't feel any pain or pressure at all.
The blood inside his body didn't move even a thread.
It seemed trapped, sealed, and obedient. But not obedient to that drop like the others. Only to himself, his eyes did not allow that drop to affect him.
And then Kyrian saw, the only one able to perceive it. With absolute clarity, for he didn't need to worry about his survival.
