One step, two step… with each step taken, Ulysses experienced the agonizing process of cell death and regeneration multiple times, causing his mind to fracture and his thoughts to slowly distort.
Many a time he considered turning back, running away before it was too late but Ulysses didn't do so.
Instead, he kept going, nearing that colossal tree that served as the physical body of the Lord of Flesh and Blood.
The Trial wouldn't end until he had gained the attention of the Lord of Flesh and Blood and engaged in communion with it.
So he had to keep going, one step at a time, enduring what would have driven mad any other person.
Naturally, he wasn't immune to that as madness encroached on his psyche slowly but surely.
As he put his foot forward to take another step, Ulysses tripped and fell, slamming face first into the ground that he now realized was not stone but instead flesh.
Gritting his teeth, he looked towards the distant body of the Lord of Flesh and Blood.
