A deep silence filled the broken valley.
The once-thriving flying boat of the Feline Empire now lay embedded deep in the earth, cracked and groaning under the weight of Mark's Gravity Dome.
While the Flying boat remained unharmed from the anti-matter mines, as its defensive barrier cracked, most of the feline warriors were now pinned to the floor, their limbs trembling under the crushing 100,000g pressure. Some had fainted. Others bled from eyes and noses, their bones cracking faintly with each breath.
Mark floated high above them, his black coat fluttering, his face expressionless, watching them under the moonlight.
So far, no one had been able to stand. Even the Tigon Queen and Panthera Leo King could barely lift their heads.
He tightened his fingers, maintaining the field. "I guess in the future, I need to develop a suit that can resist the effects of graviton particle manipulation."
