Welcome.
Ulysses felt an intense buzzing assault his mind upon hearing the divinely powered word.
It almost felt like he was receiving constant life-threatening damage, yet, for some bizarre reason, he was able to survive the process.
His expression contorted as he struggled to maintain his consciousness.
Indeed, you are worthy of the task ahead. A fine specimen.
"Ah!" Ulysses screamed out loud, unable to keep up the struggle as he dropped to his knees, while blood trailed out of his seven orifices.
You will adjust.
Ulysses gasped in a bid to catch his breath, only managing to recover after several seconds of anguish.
Once he had stopped screaming, he asked in a hoarse tone. "... Who are you?"
You are unworthy to hear my name. Ask again when you prove yourself worthy.
