The Monoliths and a vile trap!

Asura, a towering figure of wrath, stood in the heart of a valley ravaged by his fury. His fury littered the ground with the broken bodies of his enemies, their limbs torn asunder and impaled on spikes. With a heavy heart, he cast his gaze upon the horizon, his eyes narrowed in a mix of determination and despair.

'Why does everything feel like a linear path? Am I wrong?'

From the moment his monoliths entered the end of phase one, Asura felt lost.

He could not proceed, and the more he killed, the greater his cultivation grew while his monoliths remained silent, which caused more irritation.

"I have two hours before Celine will arrive." 

While looking at his deeds, Asura shrugged his shoulders and unfurled his wings.