The Infinite Stairs0

I couldn't help laughing the moment I saw the sign with its overly dramatic name.0

I didn't know exactly why, but it reminded me of the time I descended Spirit Mountain before the regression. Usually, climbing was harder than coming down. But could the trial of this staircase really surpass Spirit Mountain's?0

The thought stunned me. Confidence and complacency were close. Just as with Spirit Mountain, the ordeal of this staircase was unknown. No matter how harsh the training had been there, I had no reason to underestimate today's challenge.0

Still, I'd like to try it. For now, I wanted to take on this so-called infinity with nothing but my body—no internal energy, no blessings.0

I thought about it and made up my mind.0

I made up my mind and sprinted up the stairs, my mind racing. Alderson was a Seven-Colored Archmage, but he couldn't have actually made the stairs infinite. So why name them that? To intimidate climbers? Or was it simply so long that infinite felt fitting?0

Perhaps it's both, I thought with a chuckle. After all, Alderson was a mage. I could tell just by the seven-colored puzzle I'd encountered earlier that this old man's personality definitely wasn't kind.0

The stairs themselves were brutal, spiraling upward in a way that made it impossible to tell how far I'd climbed or how much remained. If you had no choice but to keep going without knowing the start or finish, calling it infinite didn't seem far-fetched...0