Landing a few steps out of it, he looked at the dome as pulsating echoes resonated from it. The pulsating force was piercing through the heaviness of the gravity.
It wasn't something to be blocked with barriers. It wasn't something to be reflected back. It affected the very energy in the atmosphere and air. For weaker people, it would wreck theor bodies inside out in mere moments. Simy because it would cause their powers to against their own bodies.
Franklin held out his sword and looked at the dome of his creation. The smoke within it was slowly clearing apart.
The figure of Alcuin was the first thing he saw. Beside him, stood Elvenrich. Elvenrich appeared completely unharmed and composed. In contrast, Alcuin was panting heavily.
He clutched his chest with heavy breathes. He supported himself with his blade which he stabbed into the ground. His face was sweating rivers of sweat.
