Even though the walls that confined me to the space of the continuous areas were turning more white with every step that I took deeper into this labyrinth-like place, I had to realise that everything that I saw or was told, could still be a clever misconception.
Since they wanted to test my true strength, why would they drop such clear hints as to how far did I manage to get? Unless they wanted to confuse me into thinking I reached a point I shouldn't cross if I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself, there was simply no point in painting the walls in either red or white colours!
As I marched through the fighting circle after fighting circle, my theory soon was confirmed, with more than ten arenas already behind me with all opponents uniformly defeated without any real attention from me, yet the walls in my surroundings continued with its white hue.
