After resuming his steps toward the metallic sheeted coliseum, Fell's unhurried walk was rhythmed by several attempts of remembrance. Sadly, they all led to nothing, as every time he tried thinking about his past, it only led him to gaze at a white defragmented canvas.
From his repeated attempts, nothing came to his mind. But the young cultivator's heart wasn't shaken to the point of stopping as he continued his attempts. He could feel that the place that stood in front of him was one that counted heavily for his blank soul. He couldn't yet point what was causing him to feel like that whenever he gazed at the strange, unfamiliar yet familiar construct. But his mind was still hell-bent on remembering.
"This entrance…", he mumbled as he caught sight of the lacking letters on the sign. He stepped through the large door with watchful eyes that didn't miss any of the details related to the crooked and disproportionate construct.
