"Step seventy-three, step seventy-four..." Trent Marsh murmured as he walked, "Eighty steps, eighty-one steps."
On the eighty-first step, Trent Marsh opened his eyes.
In front of him stood the king's throne.
The throne covered in dust.
"How can one sit on the throne without going through eighty-one tribulations?" Trent Marsh reached out and gently wiped away the dust on it.
But just as his hand was about to touch the throne, Trent Marsh stopped.
He noticed that the dust on the throne wasn't evenly spread.
Upon closer inspection, there was indeed an impression there.
Someone had been here before and sat on the throne.
Yet this throne, those infernal beasts and people from the divine realm couldn't even get near.
Made of pure gold and adorned with jewels!
The only ones who could sit on it were Dragon Dance and Silvio Reed!
And then, Trent Marsh.
Trent Marsh had never been here; Dragon Dance had entered the divine realm long before him.
