The Keeper offered them a choice: leave and face their enemies unprepared, or stay and gain the knowledge they needed—at a cost.
"What's the cost?" Alysia asked warily.
The Keeper's gaze settled on her. "Your deepest fear."
Before she could react, the room shifted, and she was alone. Visions of her worst nightmares played out before her eyes, each one more horrifying than the last.
When she emerged, trembling but alive, Aragos was waiting.
"You passed," the Keeper said. "But the hardest trials are yet to come."