Fight...
Since that moment on for the next five years Sol fought, every day became harder than the last, every battle became deadlier than the last, as his strength grew so too did the strength of those around him, once capable of moving hills and houses each of them grew respectively capable of tearing mountains down with him being the standing beacon above the rest.
But along with their strength increasing so too did the strength of the demons they fought, they evolved faster than Atla did, and they fought harder than they did, almost desperately in fact, there was an ever-abundant feeling of pressure and doom, it never eased, what strength they had would seem negligible if they took even the shortest break.
