Origin Test.

The air felt thick and heavy, like the weight of an entire mountain had descended into the room.

Marcellus stood firm, his silver spear glowing faintly as a terrifying pressure rolled off it in waves. James felt frozen in place.

His knees buckled under the invisible force, his lungs burned for air, and his heart pounded like a drum in his chest.

Every instinct screamed at him to run, but his body refused to obey. He could barely think.

'Is this what true power feels like? I can't move… I can't even breathe!'

Suddenly, Caylus moved, his expression dark and grim as he summoned his own soul weapon.

The black halberd appeared with a flash of dark energy, the room plunging into a clash of light and shadow.

The halberd's overwhelming aura pressed against Marcellus' spear, creating a moment of reprieve.

James gasped, stumbling slightly as the crushing pressure eased just enough for him to breathe again.