The Effect of Skills

Aeryon gritted his teeth, his face contorting with the sheer intensity of the ordeal, as he battled to find a semblance of solace amidst the overwhelming suffering.

For agonizing moments that stretched into eternity, the relentless waves of torment crashed upon him, leaving him teetering on the precipice of endurance.

  It felt as though his very limits were being tested, every nerve ablaze with a fiery torment that threatened to consume him entirely. 

Each breath he took was a battle, each beat of his heart a struggle against the forces that sought to break him.

Aeryon however is very determined

"I could beat this" he thought to himself. Right now, he no longer wanted to regret that he put all of his attribute point into strength. Right now, he could only choose to endure. 

There is still too many things he wanted to do. So, he would not fall here.