Sam stood at the entrance to Thunder Valley, a region known for its harsh trials and perilous cultivation chambers. He looked inside the magnetic chamber, a determined expression on his face. The Thunder Valley deacon, a seasoned spectator of martial prowess, stood back, his brow pinched in skepticism.
"The Altering Muscle stage is no place for someone at your level," the deacon murmured, eyeing Sam, a novice in this daunting realm. The magnetic chamber was known to test even the most seasoned practitioners, and the deacon anticipated Sam's imminent retreat.
But time passed without a disturbance in the chamber. The deacon's concern grew with each grain of sand that trickled through the hourglass. He knocked on the chamber door repeatedly and worried Sam might have succumbed to the thunderous trials.
