Taking another deep breath, he consciously suppressed his turbulent emotions, choosing instead to channel all his remaining strength and resolve into steadily continuing his ascent.
Time seemed to blur into a meaningless haze, each step feeling heavier than the last. Sweat and blood mixed upon Orion’s battered scales, exhaustion tugging relentlessly at his consciousness.
Yet he refused to falter, relentlessly pursuing the distant silhouette of Valerian steadily climbing above him.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, both Orion and Valerian arrived near the middle section of the staff.
Orion’s breath was slightly ragged, every muscle trembling visibly from the exertion of resisting the immense pressure that now felt much higher than before. He glanced upward, noting that Valerian had stopped momentarily, seemingly deep in thought.
Valerian’s expression was serious, eyes narrowing slightly as he murmured quietly to himself, his voice tinged with an odd mixture of caution and excitement. "The first real test should come now."
Hearing these cryptic words, Orion’s heart tightened slightly, sensing something immense and unknown awaiting ahead.
He paused briefly, forcing himself to calm once more, stabilizing his breathing and gathering his remaining determination.
Looking upward, he stopped and calmly waited for Valerian to move forward to see what was ahead.
Valerian paused at the midpoint of the towering celestial staff, the radiant energy pulsating around them, illuminating his pale face in shades of ethereal silver and ominous crimson.
His narrowed crimson eyes flicked downward, meeting Orion’s cautious, waiting gaze below.
A slow, amused smile curled onto Valerian’s lips, and a dry chuckle escaped him, echoing softly in the oppressive stillness. "Looks like you got smarter, huh?" he drawled mockingly, his voice laced with a blend of genuine amusement and veiled contempt.
Orion didn’t reply, maintaining his composed vigilance as he silently watched Valerian, his dual-colored eyes cold yet deeply analytical.
His Draconian body stood quietly upon the colossal celestial structure, battered yet majestic, his muscles taut with readiness.
Despite fighting at peak intensity for hours against the generals and then against Valerian, he remained standing atop the staff with calm breath.
Valerian turned forward again, eyes glittering sharply with anticipation and caution. He extended his leg calmly, placing his foot past the invisible dividing line that marked the halfway point.
The instant Valerian’s foot settled upon that unseen threshold, a massive, oppressive force slammed down upon him without mercy. Pressure tens of times greater than before crashed into his body with brutal intensity.
His proud form bent sharply, a startled growl of pain escaping his gritted teeth as his body trembled visibly beneath the overwhelming force.
His pale face contorted briefly, veins bulging visibly beneath his porcelain skin, muscles flexing desperately to resist the powerful force seeking to crush his foundation and soul.
Blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin in thin, dark trails. Yet despite the severe struggle, Valerian refused to falter, eyes blazing fiercely with a twisted determination.
The intense pressure persisted mercilessly for several grueling seconds, threatening to crush him into oblivion, then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
Valerian gasped softly, his body relaxing slightly as the oppressive force receded, replaced with a milder, manageable weight only slightly heavier than before.
Valerian slowly straightened, regaining his elegant composure swiftly. He chuckled lightly, wiping the blood from his lips with a pale hand, eyes glinting in sinister amusement as he glanced back at Orion.
"That was invigorating," he mocked calmly, voice dripping with dark humor. Without waiting, he continued ascending, seemingly unconcerned by the brutal trials awaiting them above.
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