"It's gravity magic!"
It felt as if every inch of skin was pressed by refined iron ingots, causing the body to emit sounds of bones and flesh being pulled and clashed with resistance.
This familiar yet unbearably multiplied awful experience made Cornell recall his college days in Huancai City when he shared a dormitory with a roommate specialized in gravity magic.
Back then, he had endured the gravity spell cast upon him and used the academy-issued standard magic wand to knock the opponent's head, earning himself a bed away from the restroom.
Now, many years later, as a Level 9 Mage one step away from becoming "transcendent," specialized in the "Magic School."
In this secluded corner far from civilization at the kingdom's border, within this dark cave that might never have been touched by intelligent creatures.
He once again experienced the heavy pressure from "gravity."
"Creak..."
The sharp sound of bones grinding came from beside him.
