
This is a stone wall. This is a mountain. Or rather, this is a stone wall as high as a mountain, seemingly reaching to the sky with a majestic grandeur. But a stone wall is still just a stone wall, no matter how majestic it may be. The two arrived before this stone wall, which appeared to be composed of blocks of milky-white marble, like a vast, snow-white canvas. Countless vines extended from the cracks in the stone, like strokes of green ink being applied to this canvas—a masterpiece that no famous painter could rival.