Clayton opened his eyes.
The wound loomed before them, vast and endless.
"Rest well," he said quietly. "Tomorrow, we find out what this scar has been hiding."
The fire crackled.
The pit pulsed, and Echoterra waited.
It was harrowing and incredibly difficult back then, he almost died countless times even, but Clayton had knowledge of that region, and that was what mattered.
In Echoterra, he knew that knowledge was power.
Another thing was the nature of the challenge. Back then, the Trial objective was for him to grow his domain territory to 100 square meters.
Then, it was difficult but it was straightforward enough.
Now? Clayton didn't know how to put it; compared to Trial I, Trial III was more mysterious, carrying ethereal themes that he was struggling to understand.
The only bright hope so far was the fact that his team was complete. With them around, he didn't panic, he still had hope that they had what it took to take on any challenge that the Trial threw at them.
