The gravity in the Grey District was wrong. It was not a metaphor. The air was heavy. It pressed down on Kaito's shoulders. It made his footsteps sink into the pavement. Dust did not float. It fell like stones. Kaito walked through the pressure. He did not use a card. He did not summon help. He walked alone. The center of the anomaly was a small park. The benches were crushed. The trees were bent toward the ground. In the center stood a figure.
He was massive. He was made of stone and metal. He looked like a statue carved from a mountain. His eyes were closed. His hands rested on his knees. He was sitting on nothing. He floated an inch above the ground. Kaito stopped ten feet away. The pressure increased. His knees buckled. He forced them straight. He did not fall.
Kuro said: "Do not engage. This is not a fight."
Kaito said: "I know."
Kuro said: "He is Mythical. He is older than the city."
Kaito said: "I can feel it."
