The air was thick, humid, and heavy with the faint smell of decay. As Miya and Petne stood at the edge of the swamp, the Tower's voice echoed across the environment. Deep and emotionless, it announced their trial:
[Welcome, challengers. Your strength shall be tested. Your resolve shall be broken. Survive, and prove yourself worthy of the Tower's secrets.]
"Arrogant!" They scoffed.
The message ended, and a deafening silence followed. Petne and Miya exchanged glances, the faint flicker of determination in their eyes. Without hesitation, they began walking, their boots sinking slightly into the damp, uneven ground.
Minutes passed, and nothing happened. No movement. No sign of life. The eerie stillness of the swamp was oppressive, almost mocking.
