THE SECOND TRIAL: WHERE ALPHAS BREAK
The silver flicker pulsed again.
Kael’s heart slammed against his ribs as the void trembled beneath his feet, reacting to his focus, his desperation. The faint glow was distant, fragile—like a dying star—but it was real. It was Nara.
“I’m coming,” he whispered, more vow than words.
The moment he took a step forward, the void shattered.
Pain slammed into him from all directions as the darkness split open, reforming into a vast, circular arena of black stone suspended in endless nothingness. Ancient runes burned into the floor, glowing a dull crimson, pulsing like a living heart. The air was heavy—thick with power so old it tasted metallic on his tongue.
Kael staggered, barely keeping his balance.
This place was not memory.
This was judgment.
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