Curiosity gnawed at Ryan regarding the secrets hidden behind the [Trial of Power]. After all, what treasure could be so paramount that even the [Blood King], a deity in his own right, felt compelled to guard it with such a rigorous test?
As he pondered, Ryan activated the space ring on his hand, which flickered briefly before a wooden box materialized with a soft thud before him. With a practiced gesture, he invoked the [Attachment] spell, transforming the box into a modest-sized raft, an ingenious conversion that brought a slight smile to his face. Preparedness was a trait Ryan valued; he had packed two such boxes, never truly expecting to use them so soon.
Deciding to use the raft as a makeshift pillow, Ryan laid down by the serene edge of the Holy Blood Pool. He closed his eyes, his thoughts clear and focused: [Travel], commence!