Every step Anark took carried an overwhelming weight of pressure and tension, pressing down on his mind like an invisible force. In the midst of battle, the surge of adrenaline and the constant threat of death left no room for hesitation or doubt, forcing the mind into a state of pure instinct where action replaced thought.
However, before the clash began, when silence still lingered, and the outcome remained uncertain, the mind became far more dangerous than any enemy. It played cruel tricks, conjuring countless scenarios in which everything could go wrong, each one more vivid than the last, each one whispering of failure.
The higher the stakes, the heavier that pressure became, and there could be no greater burden than the fate of an entire universe resting upon his shoulders.
