The moment Max's figure transformed into a blue beam of light, his perception fractured into layers as he felt himself pass through reinforced space again and again, each layer denser and more oppressive than the last.
Every transition pressed against his body like an invisible mountain, testing the limits of his flesh, his bones, and even his soul, and Max understood instantly that if he had ascended even a little weaker than his current state, these layers alone would have torn him apart.
Time lost its meaning as he crossed them, seconds stretching into something that felt like minutes, until the suffocating pressure vanished without warning and cold air slammed into his face. Before he could properly react, gravity reclaimed him, and he found himself falling freely through the sky.
