When she opened her eyes, the path ahead seemed… normal. Smooth stone, a faint glimmer of carvings, and the tunnel extending into shadows. Yet the Spirit's pulse told her otherwise—a subtle tug, almost imperceptible at first, but growing, insistently. Something blocked the way.
Lira extended her hands slowly, letting her senses expand beyond the ordinary. She felt the faint currents of energy brushing against her awareness, like threads too fine to see but tangible to the touch of her mind. The barrier was invisible to her eyes but palpable to her Spirit-attuned senses. It shimmered faintly at the edges of perception, a thin membrane of energy that resisted her passage.
"First trial of intuition," Serelyth said quietly. "You must locate the weak point. You cannot force this. Only perception, focus, and understanding will guide you."
