He stood motionless in the aftermath of the Corruption Trial, the void around him settling into a quiet, tense stillness.
His breathing was steady, heartbeat calming down. He felt no lingering doubt or fear, only clarity remained, his mind tempered into an unbreakable blade.
Deep within himself, he recognized that he had overcome something that could easily shatter weaker souls.
Yet Orion knew instinctively that the final test still awaited him. The void began to shift subtly, vibrating gently around him like the faint, rhythmic beat of drums echoing across distant battlefields.
The air thrummed with an invisible tension, whispering silently that the decisive moment was at hand.
Slowly, the darkness ahead parted like heavy velvet curtains, revealing an immense obsidian mirror suspended in the nothingness before him.
