No headache appeared when he gazed at the wall of inscriptions, it was, on the contrary, a soothing feeling as if he was currently floating in the middle of an empty void. He lost track of time as he stood with legs deeply rooted in the fighting platform tiles. His eyes were closed, and he seemed utterly oblivious to his surroundings. The wind blew on him, his clothes moved with the air current, but his brain received zero information about it, and thus he didn't feel it.
His mind was currently floating in an empty void. In front of him was a wall of inscriptions; line after line that seemed to tap on the concept of spatial fluctuations. Although he couldn't understand the language it was written in, he just came to understand the inscription's contents. It wasn't because he was a genius of some sort, but it was because phenomenons would appear around him when his eyes passed through the lines of twisting and shuffling inscriptions.
