The warm glow of the Blazewick Torch vanished from Trafalgar's hand as he sent it back into his inventory. He needed both hands free to climb the jagged stone wall rising before him.
'This should be easier. I've got the Primordial Body now, and I'm Spark rank... this shouldn't be a struggle.'
But reality was far less forgiving. Even with his enhanced physique, the slick surfaces and steep incline made every foothold treacherous. Thankfully, his vision had improved slightly since his advancement, allowing him to spot natural crevices and ledges more clearly.
He pulled himself upward, fingers gripping tightly against the cold stone. To keep his mind focused, he started singing something dumb—an improvised chant that helped him set a rhythm.
"One, two, I won't slip through...
Three, four, screw the floor...
Five, six, don't break my wrist..."
