[Bonus chapter thanks to Lothym :)]
Sylas' eyes were practically glazed over as they scanned the book before him. Reading every line felt almost like elastic bands were strapped to the back of his eyeballs. Every scan pushed them to their limits, fighting against the strain to finish the line.
Yet, when he got to the end, he didn't get the benefit of a snap back to the start—he had to fight against it all once again, working his way back to the start of the next line before doing it all over.
It was immediately obvious why no one managed to make it very far on their first few attempts. Every time he pushed, he was pulling hard on his Will to succeed. And every time he strained, he could feel a little of his Will stretching more and more.
Every stretch came with a new deformation, and every deformation pushed his Will closer and closer to being shattered.
