Lucas sat in his room, the door securely closed behind him. The silence of the night enveloped him as he prepared to cultivate the Zeus Divine Mask. This was a routine he had come to both dread and anticipate. The power the mask granted was undeniable, but the searing pain that accompanied it was a constant reminder of the steep price he had to pay.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come, and donned the Zeus mask. Instantly, a familiar surge of energy coursed through him as the mask melded with his body. "System, use the mana storage," Lucas commanded, his voice steady, though he knew all too well the agony that awaited him.
[Ah, the moment I've been waiting for,] the system replied with shameless glee, its tone dripping with arrogance. [Okay, host, let's see how much you can endure this time.]
