"Do you see?" Serelyth murmured. "They test you, as you test them. You must learn to communicate without words, to sense their intent and respond in kind. Some are harmless, others… less so."
A cold wind swept through the corridor, carrying whispers that made Lira shiver. Shadows flickered along the walls, shaping themselves into anguished figures: warriors in old, tattered armor, faces twisted in confusion and pain, drifting endlessly as if trapped in some ancient battlefield. Their whispers rose in a chorus of accusation, doubt, and sorrow: "Why do you walk here? Why do you disturb us? You cannot master what we could not hold."
