Kaldor strained against the invisible chains of the enhanced gravity, his muscles bulging in protest, every fiber of his being screaming in resistance.
The metal seemed to peel away, atom by atom, as though being unmade.
The floor beneath him groaned and cracked under the sheer weight he now bore.
Yet, for all his incredible physical prowess and endurance, Kaldor struggled to move even an inch closer to his target.
His silhouette, distorted by the gravitational pull, revealed a figure that seemed to be fighting an unseen force, his legs trembling, his arms shaking.
But the more he pressed on, the more it became evident that this was a battle he couldn't win.
Chronos, however, remained seemingly unaffected in his slanted meditative pose.
Underneath, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind.
'Who can be trusted? What alliances can truly be formed? And at what cost?'
