The moment they stepped beyond the shimmering archway, the air grew heavier.
It wasn't the same oppressive divine energy as before—it was colder, quieter, and filled with a subtle, unsettling hum.
The Spring of Rebirth's second trial awaited them here, and it was unlike anything they had faced.
"This one… you take alone."
Kyle said, voice carrying a calm finality that immediately silenced everyone. His eyes swept over the group, measuring their resolve.
"No one will be there to help you. If you feel you can't handle it, flare your mana. I'll pull you out before it's too late."
Bruce frowned, resting a hand on the hilt of his blade.
"And leave you to deal with the rest alone? Not a chance, Young Master."
Melissa crossed her arms, jaw set.
"We're not calling for you. Not unless… we really have no other choice."
Her tone suggested even that was unlikely.
Silvy gave a small smirk, though there was tension in her eyes.
