The predicament that Raze currently found himself trapped within was an incredibly precarious one. On one hand, a relentless, ticking clock echoed constantly in his mind; he was in an absolute, desperate rush to force his way into the Divine Realm. Even if the celestial beings residing in that higher plane were widely considered to be immortal, that grand title simply meant their bodies could no longer perish of their own natural accord or succumb to the slow decay of old age. An immortal could still easily be killed by the sharpened blade or the devastating spell of another warrior. Therefore, the longer he took to shatter his mortal bottleneck, the higher the terrifying probability became that something tragic would happen to Safa up there.
