Prismo arrived at the Time Room once more, and the orb grew so bright that it was blinding. "I am impressed, Prismo, but there are more challenges for you. You have proven your physical strength, so now it's time to prove your emotional endurance." Scarab explained. "I'm ready for anything, Scrabby." responded Prismo.
Scarab guided Prismo to his portrait hall. "I remember this place!" exclaimed Prismo. "After this trial, you will never remember it the same way." remarked Scarab. Prismo started to look worried. Scarab closed the door behind him, and Prismo started to walk through the hallway. Prismo felt a feeling of nostalgia, but he also felt out-of-place walking through the halls in his new form.
"Hey Prismo!" a voice called. Prismo looked to the left, and it was one of the portraits. "What?" responded Prismo. "You will never be a wishmaster." the portrait said. "Shut up." Prismo remarked, rolling his eyes. "Hey Prismo!" another portrait shouted. "What do you want?" asked Prismo. "You got this Prismo… NOT!" sneered the portrait, as it laughed. "You shut up too!" said Prismo. "Oh, okay." responded the portrait.
Prismo continued to walk through the endless corridor. "Hey Prismo!" another portrait hollered. "What do you want?" Prismo said, flatly. "You can do this." the portrait told Prismo. "Thanks dude." responded Prismo. Prismo kept walking through the hallway, hearing all the rude comments being told to him, but there was one that hurt him the most. "Prismo, you are a worthless heap of junk. I would rather hang out with the Lich than with you! You will never be a wishmaster and might as well quit these trials because you suck at them." remarked a portrait.
Prismo's fists tightened and the look on his face looked more grim by the second. He punched the portrait and destroyed it. "Ugh… why did Scarab put me through this hard of a trial?" Prismo thought. The words "A true wishmaster is pushed to his limits." echoed in Prismo's head. He took a deep breath and continued through the long corridor, despite his anger.
As he walked through the long hallway, he heard all of the insults and negative comments, but they never messed with his self-esteem. He knew that his friends were depending on him, and his awaiting status as wishmaster. After passing the hundreds of paintings, he finally reached the end.