Zarek didn't look back; he didn't try to find where the boy-man was. It was as though he had completely blocked out the world.
There was no anger in him, not sudden, abrupt rage. There was just focus. His mind was so trained on the task that one would have thought he had already forgotten what just happened.
An eruption of light came from the Perfect Challenge Hub, and then a figure slowly manifested—a ring of Godfall protecting them. The aura they radiated alone made Zarek's knee bend.
When he moved to resist it, he crashed to the ground, barely able to stop himself from losing control of a single knee, but unable to do anything else about the other.
It was the sort of power gap that ignored everything else, that made the world pale in your vision, as though the only color you were allowed to see was the one left in the wake of the strokes of the existence before you.
