Alex was struggling.
Even with the [Threads of Fate] guiding him, he could barely keep up with Varyn.
The threads showed him what Varyn was about to do, giving him a glimpse of the future, but it wasn't enough.
Varyn's current form was grotesque, a monstrous amalgamation of power and darkness.
The sheer number of golden threads surrounding him made it nearly impossible for Alex to track every movement.
Every second felt like a battle against time itself.
If Alex hesitated for even a moment, if he made a single mistake, it would all be over.
The golden spark in his vision flickered more intensely now, a sign that something was coming.
Alex's mind screamed at him, begging for the [Wielder of the Blade of Destiny] to manifest.
He could feel it: something was forming, something powerful.
But it was taking too long.
The golden spark was growing, but not fast enough.
Alex's thoughts raced.
