A cold, unyielding barrier that stretched endlessly in every direction. His energy, his concentration, his will—all of it would smash against that wall, accomplishing nothing.
Nothing he did seemed to even scratch it. Not a dent, not a crack.
The more he tried, the more he realized just how far he was from grasping it.
Harry closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, his jaw tight. The weight of it pressed down on him, mocking his efforts. He had never feared difficulty, but this—this was like staring at an ocean he could never cross, no matter how many times he swam.
Still… he couldn't give up. Not with what was at stake.
Harry let out a long breath, the tension inside his chest swirling with thoughts too heavy to simply dismiss.
His mind had been calculating, rethinking, and circling around countless ideas, yet in the end, the only thing that slipped past his lips was a muttered sigh.
