Max arrived before Lucien and Freya with heavy, deliberate steps, each movement carrying the invisible weight pressing down on his existence. The air around him felt dense, distorted, as if the world itself was resisting his presence. He stopped a short distance away and looked at them, his brows knitting together as he took in their calm expressions.
"Don't you guys feel the pressure of ascension?" Max asked, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of strain as he glanced between the two of them.
"I don't," Freya replied with a gentle smile, her posture relaxed as if the world was not trying to push her away at all. "My strength was sealed by the world when we fell into this mortal realm. What you have seen so far is only a portion of what I truly possess. I have merely unsealed enough to act within this world without breaking it, and even now my true power remains restrained."
