Celestine's voice fell over the silence of the dungeon. "The penalty for that... is that you never leave."
'Shit.'
[THREAT ANALYSIS: INITIATED]
[ENEMIES: 4 ELITE CLERICS + 1 BISHOP (RANK UNKNOWN)]
Raziel turned, ready to explode into motion.
Four figures emerged from the shadows of the stairs.
Sisters of the Sanatorium.
Their faces were masks of expressionless porcelain.
They raised their white wooden staffs, while the blue crystals at the tip hummed.
VMMMM...
The atmospheric pressure multiplied, it was as if the air had turned into cement.
A high-level Restrictive Gravitation spell.
Any normal novice would have fallen to their knees, vomiting.
But Raziel wasn't normal.
'Move, damn it!' he roared in his mind.
CRACK!
Raziel forced his right leg to take a step, ignoring how his own femur protested under the magical pressure.
The Sisters blinked, breaking their perfect sync for a split second.
They didn't expect the prey to still be standing.
