'Gravity Crush.'
In the next moment, a translucent sphere formed mid-air, centred on the half-angel. Force closed in on the man from every direction—above, below, front, back, all angles at once.
His body froze under the pressure, muscles straining, knees buckling slightly under the invisible weight. His wings quivered but couldn't spread, crushed under the uniform intensity pressing down on every bone.
But he didn't go down.
"RAAARGGHH!!!"
With a loud shout, the half-angel clenched his fists and threw his head back, unleashing a burst of his murky-gold aura in all directions. His aura pushed back against the crushing gravitational field around him, the intense energy causing it to flicker under strain.
Xaren's brow furrowed, his dark-red eyes narrowing as he slowly curled his fingers into a fist, trying to condense the pressure further. The gravitational field quivered violently, the space within it warping subtly as if struggling to collapse inward.
