Standing in the dark and dry chambers of the labyrinth of trials is the sage of glass, his once shining hair now dirty, his once beautiful skin covered in dust, sweat, and hardened blood, whether it is his or from one of his enemies even he no longer knew.his ropes didn''''t fare much better, now riddled with holes and cuts,sullied with blood and dirt, his breaths rapid and irregular, bringing with it a stinging pain preventing him from taking any deep breaths, his once well-built body looked to be one of an undead.