'Life, Depravty, Death, such a saccharine fragrance!'
Malik, still midair, had his entire body flinch.
'Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!'
The voice wasn't anybody's.
'Let life's Jasmine bloom brightly in crimson.'
It wasn't real.
"KILL."
But the moment he heard it...
"KILL!"
The air got even heavier.
Aether began to congregate all around him.
Just as he landed onto a dune, his feet dug deep into the sand.
There was no doubt about it... even breathing felt harder than before.
His limbs were sluggish, like someone had wrapped invisible chains around him.
Still, Malik pushed forward without hesitation.
Boom!
Another blast.
But instead of soaring forward, he barely made it ten paces before dropping.
Redirecting himself a breath before he fell into the void below, he landed on a step of sand, his knees nearly buckling on impact.
Shit.
'Fight, kill, die, a Magi is born to battle!'
His gravity bent.
The already extreme weight doubled.
