Inside the airship's lower deck, a semi-transparent imprint circled around Heisuo. It didn't seem particularly remarkable; Heisuo could lie down, roll over, or even stand on her hands without issue. But the moment she made any excessively violent movements, the imprint would immediately expand and trap her in place.
Her two subordinates were treated the same way—unable to make any abrupt movements. Frustrated, Heisuo resorted to rhythmically tapping her fingers on a surface.
To an outsider, it would appear as though she were idly tapping for amusement. But her subordinates instantly recognized the pattern's meaning: "What the hell is this thing? When did we ever provoke something like this?"
