He once again found himself at a crossroads, standing face to face with the towering monstrosity formed from lava, a challenge he needed to overcome to become the master of Excalibur.
His heart palpitated at the sight as he felt completely powerless, unable to do anything as the creature regarded him as nothing more than an insect, an annoying itch that wouldn't go away.
Its fierce eyes flickered as it let out a great roar, and the next moment, Alex was swept away in a wave of heat too powerful to defend against.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the submarine, covered in sweat while taking heavy breaths.
Your pneuma seems to have taken a bit of damage.
He glanced towards the person who spoke, his gaze reflecting the shadowed appearance of Humphrey.
"How exactly am I supposed to go against the vestige of a deity?... Don't tell me this is what all wielders of Godkillers go through?"
