So far, the pressure on the hundredth floor had been bearable to a certain extent.
However, the moment they stepped into the throne room, it seemed to have doubled, pressing down on all of them like an oppressive weight.
The figure sitting on the throne wasn't helping matters as they radiated a suffocating aura.
Gabriel was somehow used to this, but the same couldn't be said for the others who were entering this place for the first time.
Immediately, worry spread through the group. If the pressure was already this overwhelming, how were they supposed to fight?
Subconsciously, everyone stared at him, hoping he had a solution.
He felt their eyes on him. He didn't need to hear them speak to know exactly what they wanted.
The honest truth was that even he didn't know what to do.
If it came down to fighting, they had no choice but to fight under this pressure.
"What now?" Sophie asked in a quiet voice.
