The pressure remained.
Incarnations writhed on the ground, bodies trembling in silent agony. Even the Erwalds could barely move.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Icard thought, his teeth clenched as his body shook under the strain.
He could withstand the pressure on his mind only because of his Frost Sovereign title attribute, Celestial Reach.
But even then, it felt like his thoughts were being dragged through ice.
This was not something he had ever imagined needing to endure now.
The frost sovereign's attribute was far beyond their current scope, something meant for a much later stage. And yet, something even beyond that had just arrived.
So it could not be helped.
"Teleth?" Katar murmured.
Though pressed down, the snow cat was not as suppressed as the other Erwalds.
His icy eyes stayed fixed on the vague figure forming ahead of them. The channel was Wester's frozen corpse, his very essence burning away as black and white energy poured from it.
