Five minutes

Zamazo's grin stretched into something sinister, his sharp teeth glinting under the faint glow of the formation. He clasped his hands together, and the energy emanating from the formation surged, growing tenfold in intensity. The air around them became charged with a palpable menace, crackling with dark energy that sent shivers down anyone's spine.

"It's simple," Zamazo began, his voice carrying a cold edge. "Stand for five minutes, and your body will break through to the next limit." His eyes gleamed with perverse delight as he observed Jack writhing in pain. The sight brought back twisted memories of his own suffering. He recalled Erebus laughing as Zamazo—a frail, bullied child—was mercilessly beaten by others. Only his hard-earned skills had saved him back then. Now, watching Jack struggle felt like poetic justice—a taste of the torment he himself had endured.