Ding!
[You have chosen the wrong answer each time, your "delusion" is extremely strong.]
Sam lifted his gaze to the center of the chamber.
The room was silent except for the soft echo of the system message, but in the middle of the vast floor a shifting mass of shadows was rising from the ground.
It moved like a living fog, growing taller and darker with every second until it became a mountain of swirling black.
Sam narrowed his eyes.
This thing wasn't like the last demon.
The first trial had given him a creature of corruption, something born directly from his own sins.
It hadn't attacked, because it was a part of him.
But this one… this one was different.
The [Demon of Delusion] wasn't made from his flesh or his power.
It was made from something deeper and far more dangerous—every wrong answer, every supposed "lie" he had told throughout the trial.
And unlike the first, this one was not here to stay still.
The shadows twisted faster.
