Meanwhile, while fate was aligning in the outside world, Seth faced yet another hurdle on his journey to claiming the Greed mantle…
The strain hit hard, ramming into his body and mind like a bullet train, his muscles going slack, and his mind going foggy.
His memory grew distant, and his thought process became excruciatingly slow…
Seth's consciousness shook, as his vision went unstable, blurring into white for a second, his breathing ragged and short.
The pressure folded on his lungs, a surge of weakness stemming from his own marrow surged through his being, causing his knees to buckle and his gait to falter.
The 73rd step really was no joke…
Seth had barely stabilized his footing on this step, when all of a sudden the surface of his skin tingled from danger, his hair standing on end and goosebumps rising like a wave.
"Dan… ger," he registered, alas his cognitive process being impeded also reflected on his reaction speed.
