The dark energy emanating from each side of Jinn whirred with increasing force, the corrupted eidra pressing down on him like a mountain.
It felt like every second that passed made the weight heavier, as if invisible chains had latched onto his limbs, dragging him deeper toward the earth with every breath.
"Shit!" Jinn cursed under his breath, the pressure finally forcing him down to one knee.
*Thud!
His body trembled as the corrupted force clung to his frame, trying to crush him, to bury him under its weight.
The ground beneath cracked, small pieces of stone lifting slightly as if reacting to the pull of the symbols.
"IS THIS IT!?" Verkaryon roared from above, his wings flapping with a thunderous beat.
His voice echoed through the air, filled with fury and mockery.
Without delay, he unleashed another wave—a storm of corrupted feathers screaming down from the sky like knives, numbering in the hundreds once more.
Jinn glanced up, struggling to move.
