The power than can topple nations.

His muscles strained under the weight, fueled by the surge of his energy. Beads of sweat formed on his furry forehead, proof of the intense effort required to maintain his grip. He poured every ounce of his being into this task, his unwavering determination and increased strength combining to sustain the delicate balance.

In that suspended moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen. The burden he bore seemed immense, the weight of the world squarely on his shoulders. The energy coursing through his veins provided a temporary aid, a glimmer of hope amidst the overwhelming pressure that threatened to engulf him.

STOMP!

STOMP!

STOMP!

With each step he took, he felt his muscles actually ripping apart. After only covering a distance of twenty steps, he noticed that his energy reserves had already depleted by 10%.