Neo believed that synthesizing a fragment of a World Core would be simple, but he couldn't have been more wrong.
"Arghhhh!"
As soon as he channeled his [Universal Synthesis] into the containment chamber, the sheer weight of the planetary essence slammed into his consciousness like the gravitational pull of a collapsing star.
The difficulty was unimaginable. A World Core wasn't just a energy core, it was a condensed history of a billion years of tectonic shifts and atmospheric pressure.
So when Neo attempted to bridge the fractures in the core with his own Cosmic Force, the feedback loop was immediate and violent.
His [Titanium Tempest Body] groaned under the pressure. The metallic sheen of his skin began to spiderweb with glowing orange cracks. Every time he tried to force the synthesis forward, the World Core rejected his "inferior" energy, sending a backlash through his nervous system that felt like molten lead being poured into his veins.
