GrandLord Dreath did not wait for an answer.
The moment the question left his lips, the faint curiosity in his eyes turned into something far more direct, far more forceful, as if patience itself had never truly existed within him to begin with.
"…No need."
His voice came low, almost absent-minded, as though he had already decided that words were unnecessary.
"…I will see it myself."
And then—
The pressure changed.
Not in direction.
Not in nature.
But in magnitude.
It did not explode outward like before.
It deepened.
It sank.
Like an unseen ocean suddenly growing heavier, denser, more suffocating, pressing down on everything beneath it with a crushing force that multiplied in silence before anyone could even react.
The ground groaned.
Stone cracked further beneath bodies that were already pressed flat, fractures spreading like veins through the arena floor as the weight intensified, layer after layer stacking on top of what was already unbearable.
