Every practitioner in the room except Makun fell on their knees under the pressure emitted by Jorg.
Jorg was a genius. A genius promised a brighter future as an MIO agent of the Suppression Bureau. He was calm, controlled, smart, and analytical.
Not everyone could understand gravity, the deeper meaning of it, especially through violence.
Jorg had succeeded in that. He had even advanced it to the point of being an Adept in the field, just a point away from being an Elite.
Even other Adept warriors struggled under his pressure, let alone practitioners in this room who were not Adepts, and some not even warriors.
How could they stand up when a genius like Jorg exerted his might?
"Where is Zorak?" Jorg asked a second time.
As if on command, Melissa's face dropped to the floor, the pressure focused on her.
She seemed to be the one in charge of this section. She had to know where he was.
BAM.
She struggled, raising her head, only for it to slam back down.
