The players' physical fitness is generally superior to that of ordinary people, manifesting in constitution, strength, acute senses, and cellular vitality.
Zebulon heard the contents of the walkie-talkie and asked emphatically, "What do you mean by 'can't enter'?"
Volosh, setting down the radio, spoke gravely, "Exactly what it sounds like."
Zebulon refused to believe it and felt the need to verify it himself.
Under the shadowy veil of night, the tobacco factory loomed ominously. He sprinted to the main gate and reached out to touch the weathered, rusted iron door. This was where Jonathan and Fisna had entered, crossing through the illusory portal into the unknown world.
In theory, touching this iron gate should not have been obstructed. Yet, the moment Zebulon's fingertips made contact, a force repelled his hand!