Jonnathan rests on the ground. Absorbing both knights' elemental crystal, he may be stronger but his will has crumbled.
No longer is he excited for what's ahead.
His eyes stares straight into empty space. His expression displaying a rather neutral expression.... inwardly his mind rampages! Running astray, dreading the horror he has to face. Burn to death, stab to death, bleed to death, maybe nailed to death....
"God....."
He lays on the floor, hugging the spear tightly close to him. Furrowing his foreheads and shutting his eyes tightly.... tears seep out between the shut eyes.
A beating heart, within his chest, its pounds madly! Like a mad gorilla unleashing its rage!
His sight blinded, all he ever sees is his safety and comfort.
The darkness overwhelms him, chilling the bone of his essence. He yearns excessively for the warmth and comfort associated with home. Thinking so, his eye swollen, another teardrop streams down his face....
He lays lifeless on the floor, thoughts and emotions running wild in disarray. Resting himself for a few hours before collecting himself.
.....
"I need to prepare first before entering the palace."
As such, Jonnathan spent a few hours to practice the spear, hoping to achieve the mastery of the bronze knight.
A stab. It is the simplest move of the spear. Jonnathan practice, especially stabbing at different awkward angles.
A swing. Not the most effective attack, however it is a powerful defensive move when timed properly.
A throw. Hopefully, he doesn't need to resort to a throw in a last-ditch attempt at saving himself.
Lastly, one-hand welding. Considering Jonnathan strength which has grown exponentially. It is possible to use one hand to fight with the spear. Again, Jonnathan does not wish for a such thing....
"Time to set off."
Jonnathan walks towards the palace, it was an intense journey, yet he still felt full of vigor.
Looking at the enormous terracotta gates, installed with short spikes, it now resembles the jaws of a hellhound.
"I have to enter.... even if it's the gates of hell!"
Near the opening, the black burnt marks remind him to be cautious. Using the reverse side of the spear, he pushed open the towering gates.
Behind the gates reveals the main hall with the stairway on both his side. Its brownish interior decorated with a vibrant color.
Such as the silver-white chandeliers on the ceiling, lit with glowing quartz crystal.
The terracotta doors lining both side of the hall in silver-white frames.
Lastly, the railings of staircase to second floor, painted with silver-white paint.
On first floor, at the far end of the hall is a massive stairway, connecting to an arch terracotta door with white silver frames.
"There's no one? I thought i did be swarming with guards in here...."
Jonnathan stares at grand terracotta door with silver frames, He played too many games to know that's where they will rush him. Or at least that's what he expects.
Johnathan approaches a luxurious door by the side. Pushing open the door with his stick....