Dahlia gritted her teeth and tried to push herself up.
"What the hell is this?" she shouted, claws scraping against the floor.
"I know Master's [Unique Physique] is related to gravity, but this…"
She looked around at the others.
Valtor was on one knee, flames trembling instead of roaring.
"This isn't an attack," he growled. "It's just… there."
Rynor pressed a hand to the ground, veins bulging. "He didn't even activate anything."
Rynar clenched his jaw. "No stance. No skill. Nothing."
Clara lay flat on her palms, illusions completely gone. "Okay, this is unfair. Very unfair."
Seira's elegant ice had shattered, and she was forced to kneel, one hand braced on the floor.
Her eyes narrowed. "This pressure is constant. Not fluctuating."
Even Eliza had reappeared fully, her body pinned, unable to slip away.
She said nothing, but her eyes were wide.
Dahlia looked up at Garion. "Master," she said, breathing hard.
"How are we being pressed down without you activating your power?"
