The portal ride to the Trial Center was anything but peaceful.
Freya, now dressed in a tailored suit that somehow made her aura even more intimidating, stood beside me with the slimmest tablet in hand, scrolling through notes.
I was trying to look nonchalant, but the tension in the air was thicker than a dragon's scale armor.
"So," I began, breaking the awkward silence. "This Trial Center… What exactly goes down here? Gladiatorial combat? Obstacle courses? Or are we talking more escape-room vibes?"
Freya didn't even glance my way. "It is none of those things, Mr. Suis."
Her tone was brisk, her words clipped like she didn't want to waste any syllables on me.
"The Trial Center is a vital division of the Winged Hall," she began, her voice carrying the authority of someone used to explaining things only once. "It is designed to provide safe, controlled environments for rites of passage across all species in Mythica."
