Adrian felt as if every nerve in his body was beyond his control. A deep sense of grievance filled his heart as the divine thunder from the void relentlessly crashed down.

Rage surged within him, but under the onslaught of endless forces, he felt weak and constrained.

Still, he had no choice but to press forward. He knew victory was within reach if he could endure a little longer—giving up now would mean death.

If he fell, the shame and humiliation would crush him.

Below, the Holy Son and others waited, eager to see him fail and mock him. This left Adrian no option but to push forward, striving toward the void above and his ultimate goal.

The violent forces continued to bombard him from the sky.

With every step, the thunder's impact intensified tenfold. His soul, already battered from a fierce battle with a horde of beasts, now felt as though it was dragging his exhausted body forward.

Anyone else would likely have succumbed to despair. After all, under such immense pressure, ev