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Kael's breath was ragged as he took another step forward, the fire orb in his trembling hand glowing with a searing intensity.
His focus was razor-sharp, but his body was battered beyond recognition.
He couldn't remember how many times he had fallen into the molten abyss.
The number of trials had long since escaped his memory, lost to the haze of pain and failure.
His skin had peeled and regenerated countless times, the agony becoming a cruel companion.
His mind was numb from the repetitive cycle, but his spirit clung to a singular goal: reaching the end.
Every time he respawned, his screams of frustration and despair echoed in the cavernous trial.
The pain had stripped away everything he thought he was. The word "genius" meant nothing here.
The fire orb cared not for talent or pride. It demanded discipline, resilience, and an unrelenting will to endure.
