The void screamed.
Lucien's body tumbled through the abyss, time stretched and warped around him like a broken mirror. Shadows with eyes swirled past, whispering ancient names and forgotten truths that made his soul ache with recognition. He wasn't falling—he was being dragged. Somewhere beyond comprehension, the [Blood Throne Trial] was awakening for him and him alone.
The whispers grew louder, forming words in languages that predated human civilization:
*"The Heir comes... the Bloodline stirs... the Throne hungers..."*
> [SYSTEM NOTICE: BLOODLINE PURITY TEST—INITIATING]
> [Warning: Interference from Prime Ancestor detected… adjusting trial difficulty to Unmeasurable.]
> [CAUTION: Survival probability calculated at 0.003%]
