Ross looked out over the vast expanse of land with small patches of grass and herbs scattered around, with no trees in sight. It seemed like a bright, typical sunny day with nothing in sight… or so it appeared.
[Fourth trial: Eliminate all 1000 celestial constructs…]
The voice disappeared as quickly as it came, and the information it brought sent cold shivers down Ross's spine.
Taking a look at his surroundings again, he understood why the entity asked whether he wished to continue.
With nothing in sight to use as a means to take shelter from attacks, fighting 1000 constructs was almost asking for too much. He was not sure if he could finish them.
There was a good chance he could die here today, and as much as it frightened him, it excited him as well. A wide grin appeared on his face as he waited for the constructs to appear.
