— Meanwhile, in the Seven Prismatic Path —
The air in the green section was thick and buzzing, as though every molecule was watching Midas, waiting for his next move. Midas didn't flinch. This wasn't his first cycle, nor his second. It was his third – and he knew the game well.
He had to keep moving forward no matter what. This green section was always the easiest for Midas. In the second part, it had been spawning things Midas, and all Midas had to do was destroy them and carve a way through against the flood.
This time was no different, as after Midas took his first step in there, he was met with something dense forming in front of him, pushing him back. It was like quicksand that was flooding towards, him, giving him no space to exist. But Midas did not care, he kept moving forward, blowing it all apart with his Energy and physical ability.