It was an uphill battle to fight against gravity in order to reach the eye. However, Sylvester felt increasingly powerful the further he progressed. His body acted like a sponge, taking in all the solarium around him.
There was nothing that could stop him now. His enemy's solarium, the basic foundation of magic, became his own weapon.
"I feel good!" Sylvester couldn't hold back the revitalizing sensation. His fatigue was gone, and his arm healed itself. "Give me all you got!"
At last, his spear pushed back the beam and reached the pupil of the giant eye. Without stopping, Sylvester went right into the dark circle. He expected there to be some greater resistance inside the eye, but all he saw was endless darkness as he pressed further inside.
Bam!
At last, he felt the momentum stop and the spear hitting something—resembling a wall. Yet, he didn't falter and continued to use fire magic in his feet to propel his flight.
