The spirit raised its staff once again, and the platform beneath Maven's feet began to shift once more. The symbols and patterns glowed brighter, rearranging themselves in a complex dance of light and energy. The air shimmered, and Maven felt herself being transported to another place, another challenge.
When the light faded, Maven found herself standing in a grand hall, its walls made of polished marble that gleamed in the soft light of countless candles. The ceiling was high, supported by columns that were carved with intricate designs of leaves and vines. The air was filled with the scent of incense, and the atmosphere was one of reverence and solemnity.
At the far end of the hall was a large, ornate door, flanked by two statues of robed figures holding swords. The door was closed, and Maven could feel a powerful energy emanating from it, as if it was a gateway to something far greater than what she could see.
