However, as soon as it entered the perimeter of the circular area, its full armor issued a groaning friction sound as if it could no longer bear the weight. The Decayed Knight's pace visibly slowed down, transitioning from an afterimage to a high-speed run, then from running to walking, and finally from walking to a crawl.
And all this happened over a distance of just ten meters.
"Creak... Creak... Creak..."
The Decayed Knight seemed to be carrying an invisible mountain on its back, a mountain that grew heavier and heavier without end. It staggered, unable to hold its weapon steady anymore, and with a clink, it dropped to the ground. The next second, it fell to its knees heavily, smashing two deep pits into the ground as rubble flew.
Clang—its steel palms also fell, supporting its body.
The once straight spine gradually bent, never to return to its former defiant posture.
