The wall was cut.
Ackster had hypnotized himself into believing it was true, and he projected his own understanding of reality onto the wall in front of him.
Through a mysterious power, Ackster's projection came true.
The wall was cut.
"Fuck yeah…"
Ackster barely registered his success before succumbing to his exhaustion and hunger. He passed out, his brain a total wreck from the forceful method of learning to use Will he had just put it through.
Sword God went up and took a close look at the scratch mark on the wall so faint it was barely visible before turning to Ackster, who slumped on the ground like two sacks of potatoes leaning against each other.
"...Crazy disciple."
