As soon as Sam activated the [Hatred Boost], his eyes turned a deep and burning crimson.
The [Star of Hatred] poured into his body, its energy fusing with his soul until he could feel it thrumming through every vein.
Dark red lines spread across his skin like a web of fire, glowing with the force of the hatred that surged within him.
Only moments ago, he had been crushed beneath the colossal body of the [Astral Bear], pinned under its impossible weight, powerless to move.
It had been suffocating, humiliating, and terrifying all at once.
But now, with the [Hatred Boost] ignited, something inside him refused to give in.
The despair did not vanish, but it was buried beneath a rising tide of raw determination.
Still clutching his primordial sword with both hands, Sam pressed his palms into the dirt.
His muscles screamed, his bones shook, but the star's power fueled his resolve.
And slowly, impossibly, he began to lift.
First an inch.
Then another.
