The Sanctuary's chamber felt colder after Haru's trial. Aya paced restlessly, her arms crossed, while Lysander observed her with a quiet intensity. Haru leaned against one of the glowing walls, his energy spent from confronting the sphere.
"How many more 'steps' are there?" Aya finally asked, breaking the silence. Her tone was sharp, but beneath it was a layer of exhaustion.
Lysander remained calm. "Each step is unique, tailored to the one taking it. Your trial will not be the same as Haru's."
Aya's eyes narrowed. "And what makes you think I'm going to go through with this?"
"You're free to leave," Lysander replied, his tone neutral. "But running won't change what's inside you."
Aya glared at him, her fists clenching. "You don't know anything about me."
"I know enough," Lysander said, his voice firm. "You carry the weight of betrayal. It fuels your strength but also chains your heart."
Aya froze, her jaw tightening. Haru watched her, unsure of what to say. He'd seen glimpses of her guarded nature, but this was the first time he felt like there was something deeper driving her.
Before she could respond, the glowing walls shifted, revealing another passageway. The air grew heavier, tinged with an ominous energy that sent chills down Haru's spine.
"The next trial awaits," Lysander said, gesturing toward the passage.
Aya scoffed. "Of course it does. Let's get this over with."
She marched forward without hesitation, her movements stiff with anger. Haru hesitated, glancing at Lysander.
"Will she be okay?" he asked quietly.
Lysander's gaze softened. "That depends on her. The trial will force her to confront what she fears most."
Haru swallowed hard, memories of his own trial still fresh in his mind. "And if she fails?"
Lysander's silence was answer enough.
Aya stepped into the new chamber, the air crackling with tension. Unlike the serene glow of the previous room, this one was cloaked in shadows, with faint whispers echoing from the walls.
"Typical," Aya muttered. "Creepy vibes and ominous noises. Real original."
As she moved further inside, the shadows coalesced, forming shapes that grew clearer with each step. Aya stopped in her tracks as a figure emerged—a man with dark, piercing eyes and a cruel smile.
"You're still running, I see," the figure said, his voice dripping with mockery.
Aya's breath caught in her throat. "No… you're not real. You can't be."
The man stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Oh, I'm very real. You just can't let me go, can you?"
Aya clenched her fists, her heart pounding. Memories flooded back—of trust shattered, of betrayal that had cut deeper than any blade.
"Shut up," she hissed. "You're nothing but a ghost."
The man laughed, the sound echoing in the chamber. "If I'm just a ghost, why does seeing me hurt so much?"
Aya's vision blurred as the shadows closed in, her mind spiraling into the past. She remembered the moment she'd been betrayed, the sting of realizing the person she trusted most had used her.
But beneath the pain was something stronger—rage.
"I'm not the same person I was back then," Aya said, her voice trembling but resolute. "You don't control me anymore."
The man's smile faltered. The shadows around him wavered as Aya's anger surged, transforming into a blade of wind that cut through the darkness.
The figure let out a final laugh before disintegrating into nothingness.
Aya dropped to her knees, her breath ragged. The chamber brightened, the oppressive energy lifting.
When she stepped back into the main hall, Haru was waiting, his face etched with concern.
"You okay?" he asked cautiously.
Aya forced a smirk, though her eyes were red. "Told you it'd be easy."
Lysander studied her for a moment before nodding. "You've faced your past. Now you must decide what to do with it."
Aya didn't reply, brushing past him. Haru followed, but not before catching a glimpse of the sadness lingering in her expression.
As they walked down another corridor, the air shifted again, growing colder and darker. Haru felt a weight settle on his chest, a nagging sense that something was watching them.
"What now?" Aya muttered, her hand on her weapon.
Before Lysander could answer, the shadows around them rippled, and a chilling voice echoed through the corridor.
"You've come far," the voice said, low and menacing. "But the real test begins now."
A figure stepped out of the darkness, cloaked in black with glowing red eyes that burned like fire.
Lysander's calm demeanor hardened. "The Herald…"
The figure chuckled. "You didn't think I'd let them reach the Sanctuary without a proper welcome, did you?"
Haru and Aya exchanged a glance, their hands instinctively moving to their weapons.
"Get ready," Lysander said, his golden armor glowing as he prepared for battle. "This fight will be unlike anything you've faced before."
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