Lyon took his first step forward, the weight of the mountain's immense pressure bearing down on him like an invisible storm. His face hardened, bracing against the force that sought to crush his spirit with each passing moment. The other six young masters were already far ahead, their figures small in the distance as they struggled through the challenge, but Lyon had just begun.
This wasn't a race. It was a test of willpower, a battle against the mountain itself. Only those with an unshakable heart could withstand the grind, and those who faltered would be crushed and thrown away without mercy. Yet Lyon, with an imperial grace that came naturally to him, strode up the incline, unhurried but unyielding.
