Beyond Supreme Mastery

The wall was as it had always been.

It was as though the left arm of Young Master was still stored there.

No, it was even worse than before.

The entire wall squirmed, constantly writhing.

As if it was the belly of a monster that had swallowed him whole.

Magnus tried to avoid touching the wall, even when necessary, using the tip of his sword to feel around.

Every time the tip of the sword touched it, it tore into the wall like flesh, embedding itself within.

The entire cave trembled as though it were a living monster, letting out silent screams.

It was a horrifying sight.

A foul smell, like something decaying, filled his nostrils, clouding his senses.

And then...

From deep within, Magnus felt an instinctive pull.

Something was beckoning him.

It called directly to his soul.

He shook his head in an attempt to ignore it.