Suddenly, the sky blackened. The chaotic energy of the Boundary surged violently, tearing through the terrain. Rocks floated, fissures widened, and the creatures became unnervingly aggressive.
Wu's instincts snapped into action. He calculated angles, predicted movements, and adapted to the rapidly shifting landscape. This was not mere Chaos—it was a test, perhaps by Heaven or the Boundary itself.
He dodged, countered, and redirected attacks using the distorted terrain. Energy spikes erupted, creating corridors and traps of their own. Every move he made had to be precise; one miscalculation would mean death.
Hours passed. Exhaustion pressed on him, but Wu thrived in pressure. By nightfall, the storm subsided. The Boundary was scarred, but Wu remained standing. He understood the truth now: the Fallen Boundary was not only dangerous—it was a forge.
"I will emerge stronger," he whispered, gray eyes gleaming in the dim light.