As Garrick kept pouring more power in, the crack on the altar started to stretch—slowly, painfully slowly—growing longer and wider millimeter by millimeter.
At this point, Garrick had several Tier 8 crystal cores tucked in his mouth, crushing and absorbing them as he went. Behind him, Emily kept firing off her recovery skill nonstop, keeping his mental energy topped up.
Even so, the sweat never stopped. His face was flushed a deep red, and it was obvious this was way beyond what his current level could comfortably handle.
But they'd gotten this far. No one was about to quit now.
Minute by minute, the crack crawled across the altar. Everyone watched with their breath held, tense enough that nobody even dared to whisper.
An hour later, Garrick was so exhausted he looked like he might pass out any second—when the crack finally spread across the entire altar.
"Break!" Garrick roared, wringing out the last scrap of strength he had.
The altar exploded into pieces.
