Space was entirely locked down. Beneath this control, it was like even Ryu's third eye was being suffocated.
Chains rotated through the air and oppressed the wind itself.
BANG!
Ryu's body was smashed into the ground, flattened as though a pancake. Then, like he was some sort of rubber ball, he was bounced out of the air, the elasticity of the black tar-like flames covering his body making it look as though he had no bones at all.
But he felt every single inch of it all. His body fragmented to pieces once again, his mind blurring.
The pain was unbearable. Until now, he had been able to ignore it, but there was something about Silent Quibus' control that seemed to snap him back to reality… as though to remind him that his Control was far from the pinnacle.
How could he dare to Control the Heavens and become the sky itself if he wasn't even capable of controlling the space around a Sovereign that had regressed back to Lordhood?
