After some time, Sol reached the three hundredth step and exit the illusion.
He immediately released a breath when he exited.
"Awoo?"
Little Zeel was heard saying from inside his robes.
"No worries Little Zeel, I'm fine."
In truth, Sol would have been in horrible shape if he didn't have that conversation with his Master before climbing the staircase.
He wanted to take revenge no matter what and as soon as he got the strength to do so.
But after his Master's words, Sol decided to give himself a period to grieve and come to terms with his Father's death.
Right now it felt like he was perpetually stuck at the stage of hate, hating everything and everyone.
His Master was the one who made him see that was no way to live.
Sol didn't pause his steps and he continued to climb the staircase.
The old supervisor down below couldn't help but nod his head in approval when he saw how Sol went through the illusions this time.
