Victor and Rakshasa stood at the foot of the long staircase leading toward the highest reaches of Heavenly Demon Mountain.
From down there, it looked far worse than Victor had imagined.
The steps were wide, made of dark, almost black stone, and continued up the mountain until they disappeared among the mist and rocky formations. Small inscriptions were engraved along the sides and at certain points on the ground, but none of them emitted light or showed any obvious activity. If Rakshasa hadn't explained it beforehand, Victor probably would have believed it was simply an ancient, excessively long staircase built to make disciples suffer during the climb.
He slipped his hands into his pockets and studied the path for a few seconds.
