My body and soul getting harder to control as further it destabilizes.
Which is making it harder for me to continue with the practice.
If I failed, I would die, but finished it successfully, I would have to practice the suppression making it difficult.
It is like, I am walking on think rock bridge floating over the lava. There is lava on both sides with a bridge is also melting under it.
Thousands of thoughts of giving up entered my mind, but I didn't give them any chance.
I crushed them as they came and focused on the practice, no matter how difficult it became, because it was the only thing that would give me a faint chance to survive.
Seconds passed and things got harder and harder, but I continued despite that and soon, I was very close.
A few seconds and I will be done.
Hun!
I was thinking when a sharp noise rang out and the suppression increased suddenly.
