The crystalline platform rose silently, carrying them up through the heart of the Spire of Dreams. Through the tower's translucent, pearlescent walls, they could see the beautiful, sleeping city spread out below them, a silent diorama of a forgotten civilization. The chaotic storm of dreams that had assaulted them at the base of the spire had subsided, replaced by a calm, watchful silence.
The platform came to a smooth stop. They were in a new chamber, a vast, circular room identical to the one below, but the air here felt different. It was colder, and the psychic pressure was sharper, more focused. The path forward was another sealed archway at the far end of the room. There was no visible mechanism to open it.
"Another test," Emma said, her voice a low, steady whisper. She looked around the empty chamber, her newly evolved Mind Sovereign senses on high alert. "This one feels... different. It's not just a chaotic assault of memories. It feels personal."
