Chapter 46: Human Creation...
Menma's legs buckled beneath him, the invisible pull from above growing heavier with each passing second.
He dug his heels into the cracked ground of Purgatory, trying to stand upright, but his body refused to cooperate.
It was as if an enormous weight pressed down on every inch of him—his arms, his chest, even the air around him felt thicker.
He dropped to one knee, the sword trembling in his hand.
Holding onto it was an effort now, let alone trying to swing it. Moving felt like swimming through concrete.
The force pinning him down wasn't natural; it was calculated, crushing, and far too familiar.
It was the power of the full moon conjured by Vel'Merath.
But luck, if it could be called that, hadn't completely abandoned him.
Moments before this, Menma had managed to toss a damage potion—more of a gamble than a strategy—straight at Vel'Merath.
And it hit. That split-second decision paid off. Vel'Merath now clutched his sides, his face contorted in agony as if his insides were set aflame.
He collapsed to his knees, the once overwhelming force of his creation beginning to wane.