Kyle didn't know what Hell's Layer was. He hadn't come across anything about it in the library where he'd studied everything about the Celestial Realm and the Rulers—and he had no intention of finding out either. All he wanted was to vanish from the scene.
But before he could even use teleportation, an overwhelming pressure slammed down on his shoulders, pinning him in place with a brutal grip. Kyle couldn't move a muscle.
His eyes trembled as they flicked toward Cassian—only to see him frozen as well, caught under the same crushing force.
'Fuck it!'
He tried to summon his natural energy but froze when a satisfied chuckle cut through the silence like a blade. His dark eyes—now darker than a storm-laden night sky—turned toward the platinum-blond man—the person radiating the suffocating pressure, pinning both him and Cassian in place like insects.
The one who had delivered punishment as if they were not Celestials but mere slaves.
Nathaniel.
