Ten Steps Back, Still Ticking
I left Howl and started to move forward, but I was immediately met with fierce resistance. As I assumed, the pressure started to worsen, but each step crushed my foot into the ground the moment I put pressure on them.
On top of the crushing steps, it felt like my head was going to explode. My body was under vice-like pressure that was hard to describe.
It was like being pressed from all angles on every inch of my body. Not only did it press in on me, but the farther I pushed in, the thinner the air seemed to get.
Finally, I had to stop to catch my breath, and I was sorely tempted to sit down, but I knew it would be that much harder to get up this time. I need to keep pressing forward, but the closer I got, the harder it was, obviously, like Chez had said.
[Take ten steps back.] Harold said out of nowhere after remaining silent.
'Really? Do you know how hard it was to take those ten steps?'