"….."
Robin held his breath—not out of reverence or awe, but because he felt that if he inhaled even once, his body would collapse under the sheer pressure crushing him.
In that instant, he was like a man suddenly thrown into the depths of the ocean, feeling the weight of billions of tons of water pressing from every direction. Only his unyielding will, and the stubborn strength of his body, kept him from breaking. Each heartbeat was a hammer; each second, a trial.
The Divine Decree Incarnation Technique had been forged by men who knew nothing of soul domains, who had never conceived of soul units. All they possessed were scraps of ancient methods to strengthen their soul, little exercises to sharpen focus, or crude tools to amplify force in composite techniques.
Their classifications of spiritual growth were laughably primitive: /My soul feels slightly stronger than last year./ Yet with that crude map they reached a forbidden coast.
