391. GIANT

A curse exited Noah's lips as his figure stood before a huge wall of grass with no paths beside it.

"Another dead end," he hissed heaving a tired sigh.

This was one of the fifteen dead ends he had arrived at in the last four hours, and by this point he was frustrated. Highly even.

Thankfully he had left a trail of icy spikes and he could return down the path to find another one that he hoped would allow him to advance.

Thanks to the black pillar that he had started to see at some point, Noah could gauge how close he had come to the center, and it saddened him to realize that he still wasn't close enough.

His luck had stopped working at some point and it left him with mistakes left and right.

At times Noah had to retrace his steps down many paths just to find the major path he had picked to traverse another one since the other only led him farther away from the pillar.