Chapter 570: Hall of the Uncounted
Leon gave up on forcing the passage to obey him.
Instead, he kept moving, watched the joined fragments, and used their pull to find each nearly invisible seam. The misplaced sword mark, the false echoes, and the distant image of his own back stopped mattering once he knew what they were. The process took time, but it asked for patience rather than power. His mana continued recovering throughout the search.
At the last seam, the fragments reacted differently.
They no longer pointed toward some tiny flaw in the stone. Their pull settled on a section of wall that appeared completely untouched. No crack. No thin scar. Even with his perception focused on it, Leon found nothing unusual.
The joined shape strained toward the blank stone as if what it sought lay beyond the wall, not along its surface.
