The ascent up the final slope of the Solar Forge was no longer a climb; it was a conceptual siege. Ren Hanshin moved through a world that had become a singular, crushing lens, a white-hot pressure that sought to boil the blood out of his veins and replace it with sterile mana.
Every step he took on the burning marble of the forge sent cracks of dark violet frost spider-webbing across the liquid sun. He was a black stain moving across a perfect masterpiece, and the universe itself seemed to scream at his intrusion.
[Synchronization: 76.2%]
[Level: 125]
[Condition: Abyssal Counter-Pressure]
[Status: The Void-Porter]
