It's Just Survival of the Fittest

With a sudden hum, Nozama's path was cut off by an incredible power.

The air in front of him had been violently distorted. It now resembled an ocean's turbulent surface during a storm.

Countless tiny points of golden light swam in front of Nozama almost rhythmically. Every time Nozama tried to move forward, these points of light would come together, pushing him back. When he was forced to take a step back, these points of light would scatter, slackening their resistance against him.

Hrrgh... Can't get through. Nozama took a step back. He then began observing the golden points of light swimming before him so intently that he was completely oblivious to the passage of time itself.

An hour had passed. Without warning, Nozama's body gleamed with a black light. Then, he propelled himself forward towards the left.