"Here goes nothing,"
As soon as Adams took his first breath, the air thickened with a palpable intensity. The mana within the room reacted immediately, drawn to him with an urgency that defied natural laws. At first, it was a subtle shift—a faint ripple in the air—but it quickly escalated. Mana, an ethereal energy that was the lifeblood of cultivators, surged toward him with terrifying speed, condensing into dense waves. The room, previously calm and prepared for the moment, became an epicenter of raw, untamable power.
The runes that adorned every inch of the chamber began to flicker, glowing faintly at first, like embers waiting to ignite. Garland, Laden's father, widened his eyes in alarm. His hand instinctively shot up, as if to manipulate the formation, but it was too late. The intricate symbols he had so carefully inscribed began to dim under the overwhelming pressure. Garland's brow furrowed with frustration and a sliver of fear.
