A massive wave of energy crashed down from the cloud steps, dislocating Tyron's arm. Adrian quickly grabbed him, pulling him back to safety with a strong tug. Tyron, stunned by Adrian's strength, realized he would have fallen without Adrian's help. His eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Adrian, whose unwavering support showed deep loyalty and camaraderie.

With a smile, Adrian said, "Don’t be afraid. As long as I’m here, I won’t let you fall. What’s there to fear? We’ll surpass those two weaklings ahead."

Adrian's words instantly angered the two Astrals in front of them. Both turned, fixing cold stares on Adrian. One sneered, “Kid, you’re arrogant. You might stand a chance alone, but dragging that dead weight? Hah, I almost pity you.”

Adrian smirked. "Oh? How about a bet? If he makes it up there, you kneel before him."

"Deal. I'll give you 30 minutes. If you two manage to catch up, I'll kneel. If not, you'll roll down from here. Do you agree?" the immortal said challengingly