Jalen's body slammed into the ground with a heavy, bone-jarring thud. His knees buckled before his mind could even register what was happening.
A crushing pressure wrapped around the entire battlefield like an invisible mountain.
Within the gravity dome that stretched nearly a kilometer in every direction, Kiara stood perfectly calm while everyone else fought simply to breathe.
Jalen's fingers clawed desperately into the dirt.
Every muscle in his body screamed in agony, yet no matter how much power he tried to summon, his limbs refused to obey. It felt as though the world itself had decided to press down on him alone.
Scattered across the ruined battlefield, the remaining members of Heaven's Gate lay pinned helplessly to the earth.
Their faces were pale, eyes wide with disbelief.
Their Clan Master had fallen only moments ago. None of them had clearly seen how it happened, but they had all assumed Juren Frost had delivered the killing blow.
