"Damn, this is difficult… but I ain't giving up this easily," Max muttered under his breath, his voice low and strained as he struggled against the invisible force trying to crush him into the earth.
His whole body trembled violently under the pressure, and every inch he moved forward felt like dragging a mountain chained to his back.
Gritting his teeth until his jaw ached, Max reached into his storage space and, with a flash of determination, pulled out a blood-red sword—the Abyss Devouring Sword, the very blade that had once almost devoured him whole.
The moment the sword appeared in his hand, the atmosphere around him twisted. A wave of evil, dense and almost tangible, burst out from the blade, swirling like a dark storm. The air crackled with corrupted energy as the aura spread across the field.
