Adam continued compressing.
Time gradually lost its meaning.
The Seed became smaller, and smaller, and smaller still.
Every reduction made the pressure within Adam's body more terrifying. The immense power contained within the Seed did not diminish as its size decreased. Instead, it became increasingly concentrated, as though an entire ocean was being forced into a single drop.
Adam remained unmoving, though he was drenched in sweat. His breathing was calm, and his consciousness was unwavering.
There was no impatience in him. No hesitation. Only an absolute determination to push his foundation as far as it could possibly go.
He had spent a long time waiting for this moment. He would not waste it.
And so, the Seed continued to shrink. At some point, even its previous size became difficult to comprehend. It had once been tiny. Now, it was barely more than a speck. Yet Adam continued. He compressed it again. And again.
