Lucy's legs buckled beneath her as an overwhelming pressure bore down on her. The power radiating from the goddess was suffocating—so immense that Lucy couldn't even muster the strength to resist. Her body trembled violently, and before she realized what was happening, she had fallen to her knees, her head bowed low in submission. The once mighty warrior, now helpless and quivering, was reduced to nothing more than a cowering figure before this divine being.
She could barely breathe, her body refusing to obey her commands. Every fiber of her being screamed in protest, but she couldn't fight it. The weight of the goddess's presence alone had broken her will. Lucy's hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white as she fought the primal urge to flee, yet her body remained frozen in place, paralyzed by fear and awe.
