Kaelen stepped through the mirror, feeling an icy chill settle deep in his bones. The world around him shifted, twisting until he was standing in a dark, endless forest. Shadows filled every corner, and trees rose like skeletal hands, their branches reaching toward the night sky. A thick fog covered the ground, curling around his legs with every step he took, and each footfall seemed to echo in the eerie silence.
His heart pounded, but he knew there was no turning back. He was here to face his fears and complete whatever trials this strange world had for him. Suddenly, a soft, mocking whisper drifted through the fog. The sound was faint yet chilling, and Kaelen's skin prickled as the voice called his name.
"Kaelen…"
He turned sharply, scanning the shadows, but found nothing. The dark trees seemed to crowd in, pressing closer as if the forest itself wanted to trap him.
