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.
Is it because of the Abyss?
Is this place slowing it down?
