The mist thinned as they reached a river that shimmered like liquid silver.
"What is this place?" Alysia asked, mesmerized.
"The River of Echoes," Aragos said. "It reflects your deepest fears and desires."
As they crossed the bridge, the water began to ripple, and images emerged on its surface.
Alysia saw herself, alone and powerless, her magic gone. The vision filled her with a deep, paralyzing fear.
Aragos saw something too, but his face remained impassive.
"What did you see?" Alysia asked.
"Nothing worth mentioning," he said curtly.
But she didn't miss the flicker of pain in his eyes.