His figure shattered into millions of small pieces, pieces so small they could pass the gaps between grains of sand. The domain and the box were no exception to this fate.
The hundreds of clones clinging to him, tearing his flesh apart, had disappeared. Initially, he thought they would explode into small pieces of glass as well, injuring him further...but thankfully that did not happen.
The space turned dark, and as Alan found himself on a hard ground, he used the Ame-no-Sakahoko to help himself stand, he began to meditate, healing his injuries with the help of his breathing techniques.
The space was dark, and Alan placed his spear to his side as he sat down, patiently waiting for the Tower to announce his reward.
The wish, something that was promised to the challengers if they managed to clear the floors. This would occur in the very first floor, where they would be told this. Many speculated that it had limits, or even was a lie.
