"We'll see?" Jack could instantly tell that Zamazo's words carried a hidden meaning, far more ominous than they appeared. Before he could dwell on it, the pressure from the formation tripled.
A sickening crunch echoed from his back, the sound reverberating through the chamber like a breaking bone. It felt as though an entire mountain had been dropped onto him. His body groaned under the strain, every muscle screaming as if it might tear apart at any moment.
The air grew heavier, thick and oppressive, making each breath a battle. His vision swam, shadows curling at the edges as his knees trembled violently. Time seemed to stretch, the seconds dragging on into an agonizing eternity. Jack had long since lost track of how long he'd been standing, his sense of time slipping away, consumed by the effort to stay upright.
'I won't fall. I can't be this weak,' he thought, his mind clinging to the words like a lifeline. It was this defiance, this refusal to break, that kept him going.
