Candidates hit their limits pretty quickly, the ones at the top unable to make it past the 109th step.
While the others hit their limits pretty quickly, only one soul within the trial was progressing at a steady pace.
Struggling with the same intensity as he had been even at the very first step.
The human.
It was an unbelievable sight, almost like the anomaly of a creature could draw from an endless well of strength.
They kept eagerly anticipating that the human would hit his limits any time soon and instead he repeatedly broke their expectations.
"What the hell is that human drinking…" a raspy voice rang as a reptilian humanoid of sorts spoke.
A candidate from a race Seth didn't recognize…
"Yeah, whatever it is, it's definitely the secret to his tireless ascent…" a candidate from the sunburn race growled.
Grunts and growls of agreement reverberated.
