The chamber rippled with residual energy as Voldrak emerged from the trial, his dark cloak billowing behind him. The Fragment of Truth pulsed in his hand, its warmth seeping into his veins and merging with his essence. Though the Crucible's first trial had tested him, he knew it was far from over.
The runes etched into the walls began to rearrange themselves again, shifting into a spiraling path leading deeper into the fortress. A faint hum resonated through the chamber, growing louder with each passing moment.
Voldrak tightened his grip on the rod. "Show me the next trial," he said, his voice steady.
The air shimmered, and the ancient voice returned, low and resonant. "To claim what is yours, you must rebuild what was taken. Prepare to confront the fragments of your soul."
