Adrian's thoughts raced as his mind tried to calculate frantic escape plans. His primary instinct was to dive into the Factory. It was the only truly safe place. But that felt wrong.
It would be an act of abdication, leaving his entire world to face this threat while he hid in his pocket dimension. And then there was the cooldown. He would have to come out sooner or later.
But admist the frantic thoughts, something was off. Despite the overwhelming, crushing pressure of the twenty-meter-tall avatar, despite the sheer, terrifying scale of the attack it was preparing instincts were calm.
Usually, he would feel threatened. But for some reason, he felt normal. Adrian decided to trust his instincts. He would not run. He would take it head-on.
The spectral avatar of the Garog God raised its four colossal arms, and the vortex of faith-fueled energy converged into a single, blinding point of pure white light.
