The light enveloped Elara, Kael, and Morgana as they stepped through the doorway, transporting them to the final trial. When the light faded, they found themselves standing on a vast, desolate plain. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, streaked with flashes of lightning that illuminated the barren landscape. There was no sign of life, no sound except for the howling wind that tore at their clothes and hair.
"This place feels... different," Morgana said, her voice barely audible over the wind. "There's a heaviness here, a sense of foreboding."
Kael gripped his sword tightly, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger. "It's like the land itself is testing us, trying to break our resolve."
Elara felt it too—a deep, gnawing pressure in her chest, as if the very air was weighing down on her. This was not just a physical trial; it was a test of their spirit, their will to persevere in the face of overwhelming adversity.
