The labyrinth seemed to breathe around them, each pulse of light echoing in Elyra's chest. Walls of crystal stretched as far as the eye could see, and a dense mist began to rise, hiding the ground and creating an unsettling sensation of weightlessness.
— Welcome to the final trial of this level, the boy announced, his eyes glowing with an intense light. This time, it's not just your fear that will be tested… but your judgment and your instinct.
Elyra clenched her teeth, ready to face whatever came. The faint breeze whispering through the labyrinth carried an eerie murmur, like voices from another world.
— What… what exactly? she asked, her voice steady despite the trembling inside.
— A direct confrontation, he replied. But not against me… against someone you think you know. Or perhaps… against yourself.
Suddenly, a silhouette emerged from the mist. A humanoid creature, but its face reflected every fear and doubt Elyra had ever carried. Eyes blazing with anger and malice, the entity raised its hand, a halo of dark energy forming around it.
— Is that… you? Elyra whispered, breathless.
— What you are, what you fear, what you could become… all of it is me, the shadow answered in a chilling voice. To survive, you must face yourself and make the choice you dread most.
Tension surged within her, but Elyra drew a deep breath. She would not forget the lessons of the shadows, of her double, of the portals. Every step, every decision, every controlled emotion would be her strength.
— Then let's do this, she murmured, resolute. I won't give in to my fears.
The entity lunged, fast as lightning. Elyra barely dodged, feeling the charged air slice past her. Her hands found the crystal floor, every stance measured, every movement precise. She needed to balance instinct with analysis.
The boy stayed back, watching like a silent judge, his mysterious smile never fading.
— Not bad, he said softly. But remember: every emotional choice carries a price. The wounds you inflict—or suffer—shape your path.
Elyra felt her fists burn with new energy, as if her determination itself had become tangible power. She dodged another strike, countered with perfect timing, and struck the shadow. A burst of white light flared from her hand, partially dispersing the creature.
— Now you understand, the boy murmured. It's not raw power that matters here… but self-control, the clarity of your choices, and… the courage to feel without being consumed.
The trial ended in a whirlwind of light and mist. The figure vanished, and Elyra's heart pounded wildly, a mix of triumph and exhaustion.
— Congratulations, the boy said, stepping closer. You've faced your first true opponent and survived… but trust me, this is only the beginning. The next trials will test your body, your mind, and your heart.
Elyra straightened, wiping the sweat and blood from her brow. She could feel that every trial was bringing her closer to the mystery of the boy, of this world, and perhaps… to something she could not yet name.
— I'm ready, she murmured, her gaze burning with determination. Show me what comes next.
The boy tilted his head, still smiling, and the labyrinth seemed to shift around them, promising even greater challenges and far more perilous choices. Elyra understood then that the real game had only just begun… and that she would not walk this journey alone.
Veux-tu que je continue à traduire les chapitres dans l'ordre chronologique (1 → 6), ou bien seulement ceux que tu m'envoies au fur et à mesure ?