The situation was undeniably daunting.
During his previous attempt, Braydon Neal had been killed before catching even a glimpse of his adversary.
Only the intervention of Green Lotus, who briefly halted time with his time domain, had afforded a fleeting glance at the colossal sun before his demise.
In the final three stages of the Ivory Tower, each stage harbored its own brand of terror.
"Human, you've returned," intoned the colossal sun, emanating a spiritual aura that induced a sense of submission.
"I've reached the eleventh stage," Braydon murmured softly. "Retreating is not an option."
"Defeat me, and the glory of the Solar Corona level awaits you," declared the scorching sun, its voice resonating with solemnity. "But for you, such a feat is nearly impossible."
"Are you a bright moon in disguise?" Braydon queried, his curiosity piqued.
