Lucius found himself in a magical place known as the Hall of Echoes, where towering columns stretched endlessly into the darkness above.
The floor is made of a smooth, reflective surface that shimmers like water, creating the illusion that the room is floating in an endless void.
Glancing down, he noticed that he was once again dressed in his usual clothes—a gray hoodie and black jeans, completely clean and free of the grime and blood from before.
"What a relief," he muttered to himself, but his words echoed around the whole place, repeating endlessly.
A shiver ran down his spine as goosebumps rose on his skin.
'What am I supposed to do here?' Lucius wondered, feeling a growing sense of unease.
Suddenly, he began to hear faint, distant whispers—like the murmur of voices just out of reach. He looked around and saw translucent figures, shadows moving back and forth in the dim light.
'What?'
