As Adrian left the Room of Mirrors and entered the next passage, a faint glow appeared on the wall behind him, catching Adrian's attention.
Adrian paused, his eyes narrowing as he watched the torch flare to life. Another torch ignited beside him, further down the corridor, then another, and another, until a path of blood-red flames illuminated the way forward.
Adrian's gaze followed the trail of torches leading to a door at the chamber's far end. The door was large and imposing, etched with ancient symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, eerie light.
He knew without a doubt that whatever lay beyond that door would be the next step in his journey—another trial, another challenge.
His hand unconsciously tightened around the hilt of his sword as he approached the door. The anticipation gnawed at him, his mind racing about what he might face on the other side.
