Valerian had not moved a single inch to climb the mountain. He was still struggling to deal with the partial soul inside his body. The young man was sweating profusely, and his mental composure was rattled already.
The prince was shivering profusely to retain control of his body. Finally, he said, 'No matter how much you struggle, this is my body, and I will not let you have it your way.'
The partial soul was chanting curses and abusing Valerian, but nothing logical. This was a trait of the creature formed with incomplete thoughts and consciousness. Valerian understood this fact while he was arguing.
He raised his shivering left hand, and the palm landed on the cliff. The entire Throne Mountain resembled a monolith that stood perpendicular to the ground.
