The Walls Beneath The Root
Author: Sueños
last update2026-02-13 01:44:09

It didn’t budge.

Ronan’s breath came in ragged gasps.

“No,” he whispered. “No, no, no…”

The energy wasn’t gone.

It wasn’t spent.

It was still there.

Still crashing.

But the wall held firm.

Unmoving.

Unbreakable.

And the pressure inside him began to rise again.

A new message flashed across Ronan’s vision.

[CRITICAL: MARROW REFINING LEVEL 16 PERFECT TIER REQUIRES ADDITIONAL CATALYST.]

[REQUIREMENT: UNBLEMISHED ESSENCE FROM A PEAK BODY REFINING SOURCE.]

Ronan stared at the words.

“…You’ve got to b
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