Angel felt as though he were standing on the surface of a sea in the midst of a storm, facing a raging ocean that churned and surged back upon itself without end.
It was as if, in the next second, he would be overturned by a heaven-shaking wave and annihilated with it.
Though he knew perfectly well that it was false, this kind of pressure that could make one hallucinate life and death was absolutely not to be taken lightly.
Angel had experienced many kinds of pressure before. This one was not the strongest, but it was undoubtedly the hardest for him to endure.
It was not merely because the pressure was exceptionally intense. More importantly, Angel was currently maintaining his impersonation of "Shava." He had to endure this baptism of pressure while remaining in that state.
Although Angel did not know much about Shava, he was well aware of her strength. The fact that she could kill the true spirit of an Abyssal Demon God across endless planes spoke for itself. For someone as powerful as Shava, pressure of this degree was child's play. She probably would not even blink.
He could rack his brains to imitate Shava, but he was not truly her.
When facing such terrifying energy pressure, since it was not directed at him, perhaps he could withstand it with his foundations; but he absolutely could not remain as unruffled as Shava.
So long as his face turned even slightly pale beneath the pressure, his entire act might come to nothing.
One could say that the crisis Angel faced now was no less dire than when he had still been an apprentice, facing Isabella's pressure in Silent Hill.
For the slightest slip would allow these Nightmare Realm creatures to spot something amiss, and the consequences would