The final fifty steps as he made his way towards the two figures were almost anticlimactic after everything that had come before. Without the magical pressure constantly fighting against him, Renard's body felt strangely light, as if he might float away at any moment. His legs, which had felt like lead weights for hours, suddenly seemed capable of carrying him up the remaining distance with ease.
'I wish I get another chance to climb those.'
He hate to admit it but that was an increadible training method. To push his body and mind to limits, he hoped to get chance to train like that again.
Anyway, he was careful not to let his guard down. In his experience, trials that seemed to end often had one final surprise waiting for the unwary.
The two robed figures watched his approach with the detached interest of scholars observing an experiment. As he drew closer, Renard could make out more details about them.
