The oppressive weight of the Dragon Monarch's presence continued to grind against the fabric of the sealed dimension.
It was an absolute, suffocating authority that pressed down on everything within its reach.
The disparity between a peak Metaversal being and a peak Hyperversal entity was not a mere gap in power.
It was the infinite chasm between a mortal scraping the edges of power and a true God who dictated what power even meant.
Alex could feel the pressure crushing his very soul, testing the limits of his newly elevated cultivation.
Vorkoth appeared outside from his shadow realm the moment it felt the danger outside but it was futile.
Beside Alex, Vorkoth struggled to maintain his composure.
He was a semi-Hyperversal powerhouse who could typically level realities with a breath, yet now he was visibly trembling.
His essence was fracturing under the mere ambient pressure of the Dragon Monarch's existence.
