"Urgh...." Vinny groaned in agony, because except for that, he couldn't really do anything.
He felt as if somebody was forcing him to stay still, and he had no way to resist the power used to force him to stay still. He was completely at Eshwar's mercy; thinking back, Vinny had imagined an exact situation, except the roles of his and Eshwar's were switched in Vinny's imagination.
The sword placed on his chest was yet to be completely pulled downward by Eshwar, who had an ominous grin on his face that displayed how much he was enjoying what he was doing. Even though the cut was forming on his body, not a drop of blood trickled out of the wound, yet the pain Vinny was experiencing was immense. None, not a single person's mana fluctuated in the crowd now; Vinny didn't know what had happened, nor did he understand why they were favouring Eshwar over him, but their actions too irritated him.
