"I… See…" I now realise why that human was pinned in his place in such a way. He was forced by the link of the eight potions and the altar, with the last potion acting like a medium to facilitate all this.
As for the pain thing, well… My humans should experience hell if they want to gain power.
As I watched the mist getting thinner, I noticed it wasn't fading away. Instead, it was gathering around my human boy, forming a thin layer of pale white coat over his body.
And with each passing minute, that coat was getting thicker and much clearer to me. It was strengthening the bond between my kid and that altar.
The light gushing out from the altar kept rising up. The phenomenon was big enough to stir clouds around the end point of that pillar high in the sky.
This kind of energy… It looked quite fierce without doubt!