The corridor beyond the shattered chamber stretched endlessly ahead, its walls narrowing with every step. Shadows danced along the stone, their forms twisting and flickering, but neither Luke nor Ava said a word. They had survived another trial, yet the silence between them felt heavier than before.
Luke could feel the weight of Ava's gaze on him, her worry unspoken but palpable. The surge of power he'd felt back in the chamber still coursed through him, a reminder of the growing force inside. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Ava finally asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern.
Luke glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "I don't know," he admitted. "I can control it—for now. But it feels like it's getting stronger every time I use it."
Ava bit her lip, clearly troubled. "We have to be careful, Luke. The tower is testing us, but it's also changing you."
