The light revealed a large amount of decorative paintings on the wall, ancient hieroglyphs that sakumo couldn't hope to decipher. Instead, he concentrated on the task at hand, waiting for the inevitable challenge that only he could triumph over. Still, they traveled for much time, down chambers and corridors, going left and right, up and down, until finally, they reached a large large room lined with statues and torches and all sorts of gold relics and decorations. It was beautiful, more beautiful than all the trophies he had, more beautiful than all the prize money, more beautiful than anything.
"And this is where your test begins... the sword is there, inside of that large pedestal in the center of the room..."
Turning around, song was still standing in the doorway, a doorway that was quickly closing, locking Sakumo inside. Even as it closed, grinding away at the very floor, he could not concentrate on it for fear of the other sounds he was hearing. The statues surrounding him began to crumble, pieces of rock falling away from them as they seemed to come alive, to break free of the wall and with it the bonds of time. Each one carried a tremendous sword that stone crumbled away from revealing polished gleaming blades. Sakumo smiled, knowing that this was indeed a feat that would determine his worthiness. Even as they surrounded him, he continued smiling, noting that each of them towered over him, at least seven feet tall each of them. Still, he ahd faced similar opponents, and without fear in his heart, he began to do battle.
After much time passed, Sakumo stood ragged, his clothes torn and out of breath, covered in sweat. Beyond him, a pile of bodies were clumped together, unconscious or dead, but either way immobile. A pool of blood and rubble had formed underneath them, their states obviously returning to that of a time passed. Taking a moment to regain himself, he staggered over to the pedestal, the only black object in the room, and saw that it was indeed a container of some sort. Grasping it by his sides, he exerted all of his strength, just to get it to budge a little bit. The combination of time and weight proved more difficult than the undead guards, but with considerable effort, all of his effort if it may have been, he lifted the lid, only to have a bright green light erupt from within. He tried to cover his eyes, but it was too late, the tremendous force that was unleashed from within erupted directly in his face, and quickly the almost white green faded to grey, then to darker grey, then to black. Screaming in pain he grasped at his eyes, trying to make them see, trying to make them work, but there was nothing, only darkness.
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