The world had become lead.
Natalia felt every ounce of that impossible weight pressing down on her shoulders, her spine, her very soul. Her telekinetic barrier, a shimmering dome of purple light, groaned above the pile of unconscious bodies she was protecting. Juan lay face-down in the black water, his datapad floating beside him like a tombstone. Raphael's kinetic aura had fizzled out the moment the gravity doubled, and now he sprawled across Aaron's equally unconscious form. Hikari's perpetual smile had finally vanished, replaced by slack-jawed stillness.
The Argent Sentinels were worse. Most of them weren't moving at all.
How long can I hold this?
Her mana reserves screamed at her. The Cryo-Lich Ring on her finger pulsed with desperate cold, but even its enhancement couldn't offset the sheer pressure bearing down on her psychic construct. Sweat rolled down her face and mixed with the blood dripping from her nose.
Five. Only five of them were still standing.
