I climb up the towering wall, gasping with effort as I try to dodge the spikes and fire blasts that seem to pop up out of nowhere. I sigh with relief as I finally feel my fingers grip the top of the wall, and pull myself up, dusting my shirt, which is now covered with black singe marks. I grin, despite the singes, my clothes are still intact, no holes, no rips, nothing. I am definately improving. I lean back on the top of the wall, careful not to lean too far one way, in case I slip and plummet to the ground. I wince at the thought, but it soon leaves my mind as I glance up at the sky, the odd demigod riding a pegasus bursting through the air.
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