The Hall of Memories was designed to break him, a fact Dante understood within moments of the first face appearing in the pool. The dungeon wasn't interested in testing his combat prowess or his problem-solving ability, but rather how he handled the weight of his own conscience.
The chamber itself was vast, larger than any space had a right to be underground, with a ceiling that disappeared into darkness so complete it might have been infinite. The walls were covered with those same breathing murals he'd seen before, but here they pulsed with a different rhythm, something that felt almost like a heartbeat. At the center of everything lay the pool.
It wasn't water or anything he could name. The liquid was perfectly still, perfectly reflective, and when he looked into its surface, he saw himself staring back with eyes that held too much history for a face so young. Then Kira's face appeared beneath the surface, and the trial truly began.
