The cavern dimmed as Allara stepped forward. Unlike Prava, whose trial had stirred fire and light, Allara's path was shadowed by reflection and memory.
"Your trial," the demon leader intoned, "will test what you hold sacred—friendship, loyalty, and the bonds of your bloodline."
Allara's chest tightened. She knew what awaited her. Not merely visions, but choices—decisions that could break hearts and alliances alike.
The world around her blurred. She stood atop a cliff overlooking a battlefield. Two factions—the dragons and the wolf-tribe—clashed below. At the center, she saw Prava, fighting desperately, yet also reaching a hand toward her.
Then the air shifted. Figures emerged from the mist—friends, enemies, mentors, all voices whispering accusations:
"Trust is betrayal."
"Your loyalty is your weakness."
"Choose… or everything falls apart."
Allara felt herself splintering. Could she protect Prava? Could she honor her lineage without shattering bonds she held dear?
A spectral wolf appeared, eyes burning gold. It nudged her shoulder gently. "Strength is not the absence of fear, but the courage to act despite it."
She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and focused on what truly mattered—her friends, her family, and the promise she had made.
When she opened her eyes, the battlefield dissolved. The wolf remained, nodding solemnly before fading into mist.
A voice resonated within her mind:
"You have chosen wisely. The trial does not define you; it reveals you."
Allara opened her eyes fully. The cavern was bright once more, but her aura shimmered differently—steadier, stronger. She had faced the storm of doubt and emerged unwavering.
The demon leader bowed.
"Many would falter where you did not. Remember this—loyalty and heart forge the strongest power."