"I can't hold on anymore..." Julius thought, his teeth gritted so fiercely that his gums began to bleed, the metallic taste a stark testament to his escalating agony.
His emotions roiled within as his left knee reluctantly connected with the unforgiving ground. Unwilling to bow before the man, he exerted every ounce of effort, but Vikram's magical pressure proved insurmountable. Despite his valiant struggle, he found himself yielding.
However, just as Julius began feeling a mixture of shame and humiliation, a familiar voice, tinged with anger, erupted from behind him. "Who dares force me to wake up?!"
Following the voice's declaration, a ghostly silhouette floated before Julius, its eyes ablaze with wrath. With a graceful yet powerful arm swing, the ghost sliced through Vikram's oppressive magical pressure as effortlessly as a hot knife cutting through butter. Sparks of energy scattered, dissipating into the air as the tension in the space eased.
