Theron could almost feel the blood up to the start of his ankles, but it wasn't quite there yet. The resistance had grown even stronger, and it was beginning to feel as though a gravity was going to destroy his feet.
This pressure…
It was too much.
It felt like his soul was about to be minced to pieces, like a vice had been clamped onto him while some vindictive villain constantly turned the handles.
It seemed that he had thought too simply. He couldn't just take forever to pull on one Law after another. If he was too slow, he would be crushed before he could even pull them all out.
Quickly, he communicated with the Law of Concentration. This time, he spent much less time observing the Runes, but he realized the problem with this too almost instantly.
Because he didn't take his time to feel them, to communicate with them, to truly understand them like he had the first two, it was like the connection was muted, and the result was likewise significantly weakened.
