As Sam looked at his own determination, his eyes widened in surprise.
The aura of his will had grown so vast that it expanded far beyond his body, stretching outward for several meters in every direction.
It swirled around him like a living force, its crimson light thick and unwavering, pulsing with power that refused to die.
If anyone else could have seen it, they would have understood that this was what determination looked like when taken to its absolute peak.
And Sam could see it clearly.
He glanced at the towering [Darkness Monarch] before him, and as his gaze shifted between their auras, the difference was obvious.
The monarch's determination was immense, a vast ocean of shadow, but compared to Sam's—it was nothing more than a flicker.
Sam's determination dwarfed it entirely.
Not because the monarch was weak.
It was simply that Sam's will as an awakener was something that could never truly end.
It was endless.
