Serelyth released Lira's hand, shifting slightly to her dragon form, wings tucked carefully to fit the chamber's vast yet limited height. Her amber eyes glowed with quiet pride. "This is it," she murmured. "The Spirit Temple. Every challenge you faced led you here. But now… your greatest test begins."
Lira stepped forward cautiously. The floating crystals reacted, spinning slowly, aligning into subtle spirals as if reading her intentions. She could feel their weight in the air, the invisible currents between them—currents she had learned to sense but never before so complex. Each crystal projected faint echoes: a life remembered, a wish unfulfilled, a lesson learned or ignored.
