The dwarf's hand was clamped tightly around Atlas's neck and jaw, strong enough to lock his mouth shut and prevent him from saying a single word. The man's eyes, small compared to his massive frame, burned with raw hatred.
Atlas knew those eyes.
Their bodies dropped rapidly toward the ground. The dwarf did not strike again. He only tightened his grip, applying crushing pressure, enough to suggest he could shatter Atlas's skull at any moment. Yet he held back, restraining his strength. Someone with his power could have ended Atlas instantly, but he chose not to.
Krythalis appeared nearby, matching their falling trajectory, ready to intervene. Atlas subtly signaled him not to act.
Moments later, a heavy impact shook the ground as the dwarf slammed into the earth. Atlas was still held in his grip, lifted higher as the dwarf's feet hit the ground, leaving Atlas hanging with his legs no longer touching the surface.
Edrik reappeared not far from them.
"Mr. Fokil."
