From the darkness emerged a towering figure—like a living mountain, his body a map of scars telling tales of countless battles. He was a colossal force, a titan carved in flesh and fury, resembling the legendary Hercules. Abraham's breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide with disbelief at the sheer presence of this formidable giant."Abraham," the voice thundered, deep and resonant, reverberating through the very air like rolling thunder, "you are the successor of my long-lost friend." The words echoed across the vast expanse, carrying an ancient weight. "Before you can walk the path of a disciple, you must endure a test."For a fleeting moment, Abraham's mind raced, picturing wild beasts or a hunting trial—the sort of clichéd challenge one might expect. But then, without warning, the giant surged forward, fists crashing into Abraham with the force of a battering ram. Each strike hammered his body, a relentless storm that stole his breath away and blurred time itself.Minutes bled into an agonizing hour—a symphony of grunts, impacts, and Abraham's burning resolve. He was battered, broken, but unyielding.Suddenly, the blows ceased.The giant stepped back, chest heaving, a shadow of a smile breaking through his grim facade. "Not half bad," he murmured, his voice thick with respect.
