There was no definite reason why I chose that path. At the moment, I was ruling out the paths that combat fans would most like; something told me that the paths of fire and ice would be difficult; the path of lightning also gave me bad vibes. Life seemed complicated to me right now because, although it might seem like a useful path if that magic allowed me to heal, something told me that I wouldn't take advantage of it right now. Death made me sad as well as darkness; this left me water, light, and psyche... Compared to the balance he noticed between the energies of time and space, the others were out of balance.
The color in this case was silver color, although I could notice that there was no metal around me. As I approached where the first torch should be, I was surprised to see that there was nothing. Well, well, if the light was there, it was as if it were there and not there; the effects were there but not the object... I tried to see if it was an illusion by touching with my hand to only find the air... It was strange. I advanced with caution, but nothing happened. I reached the second torch, but it was not there either.
I kept moving forward; the results were better; there were no secret tunnels either, nothing, just the path that went on and on... Just like what happened with the path of will, I advanced for more than an hour without anything happening. I left the mark on the wall, although this time I didn't use my blood, but rather someone who cut the stone with pressurized air, and I retraced my path, found my mark, and with intense boredom I arrived at the beginning.
I looked at the cauldron; there was no torch, only the light. After hours of walking through the sanctuary, I knew by heart the shape of the torches. I projected my mana of will towards where the torch should be, and I wished it were physical. I approached with my hand, and little by little, the torch became translucent. I continued concentrating on the mental image I had of it, the contours, the texture, and the feel of the wood. I concentrated on remembering the weight it would have in my hand. I reached out my hand and was able to touch it; it was there, and little by little it became real.
The cauldron did not rotate, nor did it have mechanisms, so I continued ahead, repeating the visualization with the following torches. When it took me more than 20 torches to materialize my mental image, it did not take me more than a few seconds. When I reached the torch, which was 25th, it appeared without needing to do anything. In the tunnel ahead, I could see the shape of the next torch...
Would it trigger the secondary quest if he extinguished the torches and advanced in the darkness as on the path of the will? I turned off the torches until I reached the first one, which I also turned off. I began to advance in the darkness with the luck of my dim vision. However, when I passed the 25th torch, my vision was blinded. Not only that, I couldn't hear or hear. I tried to rest my hand on the wall, however my touch didn't work either, I knew it was the wall because I couldn't move any further towards it, it stopped my body.
I tried to move forward in that overwhelming emptiness. How would I defend myself from an enemy or a trap? I stayed still, trying to find a solution... I was in a hallway made of stone, in a void of all my senses... Wait, the hallway was made of stone...
I used my stone Mana to extend it towards my surroundings; soon it reacted with the walls, with the floor, with the ceiling. It is true that I could not extend it indefinitely, but by not affecting the nature or shape of the stone, I could notice the entire corridor in one extension of more than 25 meters...
The hallway had something besides stone: air. It was there to react my mana. This allowed me to know not only the shape of the hallway, but also to know how the air was distributed inside. I could feel the shape of my body and how the air was. Around, the hallway itself, even the shape of the torches.
I decided to try to keep both energies active; although this required a great expenditure of will mana and a certain headache, it was feasible, perhaps due to my parallel thinking ability. When I got used to the sensations, it was like having a radar, a mental image created by the resonance of my mana with its related elements.
The air revealed shapes in front of me, about five meters away. Were they blades? There were 2 on the ceiling, 2 on the floor, and 2 on each of the walls. They were spinning. They were sharp...
I began to locate the torches that I had not extinguished in my blind advance; luckily, there were only three of them. After making a great effort, I extinguished them. When I returned to the blades, they did not move. If I had continued advancing blindly, they would have dismembered me, or seriously injured me at the very least...
When I reached the next torch, I regained my senses... That had been intense, to say the least. I was sweating from the effort of concentrating on two things at once for so long.
If this had been the second test, there was no token to show it. He would figure that out when the time came.
A little further on the left wall was a door. The hallway continued, but here was a door. It seemed that this time I wouldn't have to worry about my luck taking me to the next hidden piece, although this, far from reassuring me, made me more nervous...
I prepared the spear, although this time I left the shield behind my back. I needed a free hand to open the knob...
The room was large, at least 20 meters wide by 30 meters long and six meters high. A multitude of stones, blocks as large as a car or as small as a beer crate, furniture of all kinds, and weapons lay everywhere without order or sense.
As always happens in these cases, the door closed behind me as soon as I crossed the threshold.
I moved forward with my senses on alert, and suddenly a chair that was a few meters away flew in my direction. I was able to narrowly avoid it by stepping aside. The second attack did not come immediately; only after going around the room several times, a hammer was thrown at me from the side. The impact hit me on my left arm, as it took me by surprise...
I did not see or hear any enemy; was it the room itself that was trying to attack me? I continued exploring with an eye to check the weapons and furniture in case there was anything useful; the furniture was either empty or did not contain anything relevant, and the Weapons were rusty and in poor condition. There was nothing that could help me. A stone the size of a soccer ball hit me in the back, knocking me to the ground.
What kind of test was this?... Instead of continuing to advance, I decided to spread my air and stone mana throughout the room in case I could find the key. Furniture, rocks, blocks, contour weapons, the room, my body and... a floating balloon? When I tried to approach it among the furniture, it came out in the opposite direction; in fact, I would say that it deliberately hid behind a large block. That wasn't a balloon; it was a monster.
I launched a cutting air blade in a circular path to surround the block and although I couldn't hit the monster, I forced it to appear on the opposite side. It was a floating brain the size of a motorcycle helmet; it was more "disgusting" than terrifying; it had no mouth, no eyes, nothing, just a floating brain mass... I threw a dagger at him with my left hand, but the bastard stopped the dagger in mid-flight and returned it to me, spinning even faster. I managed to take refuge behind a piece of furniture, and the dagger remained stuck there.
I opened a dimensional rift and threw myself through it, appearing behind him, within striking distance of hitting him with my spear, but before I could impale him, a chair hit my legs, making me lose my balance and crushing my knees. The spear deviated greatly, and the brain flew at full speed among the blocks and stones.
A game of cat and mouse began. I could only handle two energies at a time, so I limited myself to detecting him with the air, while he advanced or jumped through rifts to shorten distances; however, his senses put him on guard every time, throwing me tables and weapons, which forced me to dodge or block so as not to get hurt.
One of the times I changed tactics by throwing my own body against the ceiling. Before impact, I created a fissure and appeared on the floor. The brain monster had not lost control over my body so I went back up, but it gave me time to sending him an air blade that didn't hit him but broke his concentration and forced him to flee again, I fell 4 meters, but managed not to hurt myself much.
I activated my "bullet time" while I went out in pursuit. I tried not to lose sight of it; to force it to take certain directions, I threw air blades at it. The bug threw all the furniture at me, and thanks to my reflexes, I was not harmed. I threw several blades from his right and above, forcing him to go in the other direction; however, this time he ate the dimensional tift that was waiting for him, and when he came out of it on the other side, he found the edge of my spear that was skewering him.
The soft tissue of him was left hanging limply from my spear...
I looked around the room to see if there was anything of value or a token, but there was nothing.
I went out into the hallway again and continued moving forward. I came to another door, this time on my right side... The hairs on the back of my neck stood up; it was a feeling of danger, an intuition that I should not open the door. I found it annoying not to enter or to skip one of the secondary tests in the tutorial, but until now they have always brought me good results. I took a deep breath and continued walking down the hallway.
After walking a little, in the distance, we saw the entrance to the scale room...
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