Finally, as he reached the midpoint of the fifth level, the blood rain ceased. The clouds above parted, and the oppressive atmosphere lightened ever so slightly. Cain slowed his pace, coming to a halt. He took a moment to look back at the vast expanse he had traversed.
A sense of accomplishment filled him. Not only had he overcome the physical obstacle, but he had also attained a deeper understanding of a profound truth. His mastery over the Oniric Truth of Blood had grown significantly, and he knew this would serve him well in the trials to come.
"Perhaps now, the path ahead will be clearer," Cain mused, a faint smile touching his lips, but deep down, he knew it would only be more complicated.
The sense of difficulty did not make Cain afraid; in fact, it invigorated him. After all, the more complex the challenge, the more he would gain by surpassing it. Without hesitation or dread, he marched forward, his senses sharp and ready to react to any danger.
