There were too many enemies ahead. The Vessel instinctively realized it could not take them head-on, so it began using its advantages to deal with them.
With the Mothwing Cloak, the Vessel was far faster than these insect beasts could ever hope to be.
Like someone flying a kite, the Vessel began attacking while keeping itself at a safe distance.
It pulled away immediately after every slash, repeatedly provoking the beasts to exploit their impulsive, hotheaded nature.
Then, while they wasted their strength in vain, it dodged with as little effort as possible.
Many of the airborne enemies also swooped down from time to time, but the Vessel evaded every one of them.
Clearly, this Vessel could perceive more than what lay directly before its eyes. It was also keenly aware of its surroundings.
With its nimble footwork, the Vessel finally killed every last beast.
At that very moment, the mechanisms inside the walls activated again. An enormous recess opened at the very top of the room, and a thunderous roar came from within.
The Husk Bully King.
An enormous Husk Bully King with vicious eyes stared hungrily at the Vessel. Foul-smelling fluid dripped between its sharp, bony teeth. It had been starved for a very long time.
It had once been the Ashen Clan's nightmare. Without the Sunfire God's help, Gron could never have overcome this trial back then.
One could say he was where it all began.
And that experience of Gron's had been passed down as a tradition.
Every member of the Ashen Clan who wished to become one of the Walkers had to fight this kind of beast.
They needed to prove that they could meet the same standard Gron had set back then.
In other words, the minimum requirement for becoming a Walker was the