The pressure slammed down on him like the weight of multiple entire Folds condensed into a single point. Noah's knees buckled because the fundamental structure of his legs simply couldn't support the impossible weight anymore.
He crashed to his knees, the impact sending cracks through the ground beneath him despite its reinforced nature.
His body wanted to collapse further. His existence screamed at him to release the pressure, to accept defeat, to acknowledge that this was too much too fast!
Every particle of his being was being compressed, refined, tested against forces that would have unmade lesser existences entirely.
His fingers, pressed against the ground, couldn't even twitch. The simple act of breathing became a battle requiring conscious effort and determination that bordered on the absurd.
It was impossible to stand.
It was impossible to move.
It was impossible to exist like this.
