Chapter 42: Terror
This was it. The turning point.
Elder Pepé's massive head sank back under the surface. His voice could be heard from the depths, echoing across the mountaintop.
"Listen well, little one," he boomed. "The key to learning Simian Sage Mode lies in balance. Within this spring lies a potent concentration of natural energy. You must learn to intertwine this energy with your own chakra, creating a blend that empowers rather than consumes."
He paused, allowing Arthur to absorb the knowledge.
"The water will be scorching. So much so that those who cannot bear it are not worthy of learning to harness our Sage Mode. It will push against your defenses and test your resolve. But remember, it is not your enemy... It is a its own force."
Arthur nodded, waiting until the giant macaque was finished.
"Understanding is one thing, doing is another... Should you lose control, should the natural energy begin to consume you... I will intervene and bring you to the surface."
The concept was simple to understand: failure wasn't an option. Not just for his own sake, but for the sake of the other players.
Without another word, he peeled off his jacket. He stood there for a moment, letting the steam race across his skin. Then he plunged in.
The impact was like being punched by a heated fist. The water was scoldingly hot, far beyond anything he'd ever experienced. It felt like his skin was on fire and every nerve ending was screaming in protest.
But he gritted his teeth, pushing through the discomfort.